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Poem: Numb

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There’s a numbness in my body like a dead leg, It comes from my heart and messes with my head. I try to feel the real me, Through harm and through pleasure. I’ve been hurt so many times, I just stand in bad weather. The scratches feel like kisses. My body a temple, Of doom. With only devils who enter, I dust away the grooms. No suitable matches, In this chapel that looms, An eirie cry of lonely tunes. I turn away from help, My cries just go straight to hell, Nobody bothers with the lies they tell, Otherwise they risk falling under my spell.

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