Apply pressure to my mind,
for it is wounded.
I am leaking forth,
I am leaking forth,
uncontained.
Hold me back from destruction,
Hold me back from destruction,
for I shall surely fail.
On the brink of disaster,
or creation;
one cannot decipher my concievement from my ultimation.
Farewells are tangy and cold
upon the softly naive lips of an infant.
These gratitudes become meaningless obstructions
to life.
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