Stone nails against my skin
The sickly feel of it ripping
All life flowed a rotten black
Crash the world, you lost track
Bits and pieces you separate
What you love and love to hate
Leave behind this stained mess
Broken pieces pick up themselves
Dress down stitched up wounds
Back and forth I look too soon
Soon as I trip, you make me fall
Laughing mirrors scar even more
Stone ground against my face
Tears that fall at an even pace
All love flows and all flesh drains
Drown myself in the lake I made
-A. Tulsiani
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