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Let me see how far I've come,
another soft spot worn away down to the polished bone. I've made it through another day but, on borrowed time, another loan. Acid life and acid love have scoured all the soft spots clean down to un-dissolving bone. The innocence to which I've clung has worn thin as I've grown. Everyone still thinks I'm sane but, the feather edges of madness softly brush the glistening bone that's all that's left of me and claim it for their own. |