Twisted up brain junk
Pockets of negative space
Covered up sinkhole
A rusty knife nicks young skin
Poison spreads like warm butter
Hush little Baby Don’t you Cry
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole
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Twisted up brain junk
Pockets of negative space
Covered up sinkhole
A rusty knife nicks young skin
Poison spreads like warm butter
