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there are shards of the sun underneath my skin
my future is skin-deep
lovers tell me i give off furnace heat
my body is busy burning the past away
like sins of the soul still
i am composed
trying to hold in a personal hell
fingers as thick as bars
confined to solitary stares
locking my lips
swallowing my words like keys
the key word is: trying

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