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Finding insides on the sidewalk
A pint of blood in a bag
And three hearts beat red against a black backdrop
I touch em leave em why’s my skin still dry
Because I

Tried to pull it but the door don’t open
Tried to push it but the frame stood still so I
Sat outside and heard the noise erupting
Of two lovers making love with no touching

Felt my mind race in a fast car
Going speeding past a public park
Hands are gripping for the clutch and eyes are darting around
For some odd reason I can’t sit still
I’m floating up against the windowsill

Oh God
My gears feel light since this new kind of opening up
Pulled back my outer parts, inside the red and dark
My reflected deepest cuts

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