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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