Thalidomide skin wrapped in glass;
A bipolar hollowed dark of the past.
Listen to the holy ghost;
It speaks of a cancerous zero that holds no secret.
Feel the souls etched in dispensible saints,
Caloused by dull fingernails digging into your flesh.
The hardest part is knowing that I can never forget you.
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