Feel the tips of tacs
gently gliding down the backs of your hands
inside out images of her
Its's groping at your heart so strong,
it tears away your stringy veins
feasting on your mind
Slowly, hair by hair
you become bald and tortured
a clammy mind, a clean slate
where mistakes are forgotten
memories unravel into nothing
and she disappears from you within a moment
never to be known, loved, or remembered
by you again
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