Your soul is a
store-bought metaphor
quivering atop your diaphragm
It's still sticky with
anonymous fingerprints
and spilled liquids
from the bottom of the barrel
But all in all it was a good deal
so you got an extra set
and stuffed them in your pockets
And when this one breaks down
and breaks off into whatever black hole
has disposed of its predecessors
you'll have your backup plan
from the clearance bin
to keep you out of trouble


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