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Face value (17.5.00)

Face value


Skull through the skin

Where illness has sucked

The flesh of radiance,


And the sugars within you

Are honed in combs

But insoluble they remain

In desolate tombs.


Balloons in the throat

Choke reason in the brain

And stop the doors shutting

In the head, eyes blamed,

For seeing is believing

And I’d rather ignore,

The sapping condition

That still seems to crave

That little bit more.

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