Cut in places beyond the
Cut in places beyond the pines I follow the unknown.
Broken in places beyond the fines I fall into a burrow.
Scars stiched closed without my consent.
My voice muffled by silence.
I hide in tumors waiting to be removed. Penetration is welcomed but not suggested.
Cut in places beyond the pines I follow the unknown.
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