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I want to blow myself up into a million pieces.
Every shred of skin torn and strewn across.
Every loose tissue splattered like grease on the floor.
Then I want to collect those pieces and make me again.

I want to blow myself up into a million pieces.
Every shred of skin torn and strewn across.
Every loose tissue splattered like grease on the floor.
Then I want to collect those pieces and make me again.
But differently this time.

Comments

Anup Bishnoi said…
you must be the universe
Shunyata said…
Haha, perhaps!

Thank u for dropping by. I am honored! :)
OK said…
highly hilarious, it was just perfect till the end, when you said, "But this time diffrently" LMAO
Hmm, the last 2 lines of the stanzas make very sense!

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