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bits (unfinished)

i'm afraid of these poems
this realization
this declaration
like stepping on the cracks
double crossed by black cats
like walking under ladders
losing what matters

i
feel you scattered over me
in me
crumbs and bits
bits and pieces
your skin cells and diseases
and i just can't help
craving every last drip
devouring the final drop

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