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Sharp stalking scissor-stress
Hot with fever, tracing my mess
The bile pushes at my lungs 
The sorrow wedges itself deeper in my blood

Veins that tighten and push nausea instead of red
I feel the sickness swirling through my matter
Each cell a slice of pain and confusion 
CUT ME UP AND SERVE THEM ON A PLATTER

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Autumn

Well, again the leaf-dust swirls the air
And star-gazers sigh under blankets of slate
Dark-turning earth shivers far from the sun
The hearts are so hot that they crack and they break,

Unable to cope with the chill in the breeze.
They glimmer, glowing shards
Reflecting stars that {carve their names in my heart}

Like the coals that burn
In your gaze.