My closet of memories and quiet light, | 1 |
I store my treasures of peace. | 2 |
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The walls are covered with me, | 3 |
My flesh, my life, creating for me an inner self. | 4 |
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A heart has left it now. | 5 |
It is louder than it used to be. | 6 |
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Was once a sanctuary of flesh | 7 |
And the personalization of voices was beautiful. | 8 |
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She is gone now, and the boundaries are smashing; | 9 |
My hands are bloody, beating the organic walls. | 10 |