I close my eyes,
trying to get some sleep
I close my eyes
but this image is here
I blink, it's still here
inside
now in pieces
an arm
a leg
an eye
I count parts of this body as if they were sheeps
I must stop it.. so I take all those little parts
It doesn't seem so wonderful if you rip it
a little box, little pieces inside
it doesn't exist anymore...

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