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BORE
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Her voices fight to win first place
A plastic tongue replacing taste
The scars are tight but bound in lace.
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Grace, full.
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Thaw.
Draw.
The last straw.
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Bore me with your sorry tales
Bore the holes to tip the scales
Bore the floorboards finding nails
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Trails, fall.
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Silent.
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