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The smell of steel lunges forward in my nostrils
My bones begin to shake
My heart races at a pace
That shatters my thoughts
And adds lines to my face

The oddity it seems
Is that my body is in
A fair amount of grief
As my mind begins to
Feel the familiarity
That panic brings along as a gift.

Consumed by sobriety
I handle each one
In stride with the sun
and my moon is burnt to ashes
What have I become?

I wish I could just perish
Like the milk that's in the fridge
I wish I could just cherish
Myself as it is

But seemingly
I could forever wish
Until I'm green
But blue remains my color
And sadness is my scene

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