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Treasured Storm

Transfigured and disfigured,
This body of someone familiar,
Falls to the floor.

Quintissentially,
I am unworried,
Yet a pain of familiarity stings me.

Deep inside a string vibrates,
Revolting and uncontrollable,
I cannot control my own thoughts.

I lay before this mangled body,
Tortured,
Poor soul.

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