Barriers once held now pulsing,
As I float through the amniotic pill,
That for a time was a blessing,
The puss-oozing shattered heart,
Green metallic sheen gleams bright,
Decomposing the bits of me,
To nourish other cozen lovers,
There must be a cure for this ill,
Frantically arriving nowhere twice,
Still, I yearn for my antibiotic dream,
A light in my life, in the most cliche,
Before I have described it as,
Traveling through tunnels, crypts,
Growing, death, rebirth, or rest,
And my memories severs the clips.
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