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Watch your movements from within, motivation like clockwork- predictable .

Need bruising flesh and substance, giving but trinkets in like

I crave the brush of virgin fingertips, unsoiled buy request or demand.

One caress to heal the broken shards inside my looking glass.

My masterpiece has run its course , the carcass feeds many wolves .

Cut marrow from bone, regain clarity. 

Loss is an open door, beloved kiss on poisoned lips.

Verdict spoken in a thousand faces, I shall not return.