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I have no metaphors to use in my prose, neither do I know how to design words, but I have read the letters of kafka and burnt those books in the fire of my soul. (Caption...)— % & (Read Caption...) You find me choked under my ribs, where my intercostals are ripped open, my thoracic is all red and my non blood cells are bleeding out of the screeching pain. You prick a needle inside them and make it all go numb with unbearable ache, Just as if you are dissecting a cadaver which is all rotted and then, you try to join them back with sutures . But what's fallen apart can't be assembled back, because the wrecks leave the bruises and even if the spot fades, it stays somewhe
I have no metaphors to use in my prose, neither do I know how to design words, but I have read the letters of kafka and burnt those books in the fire of my soul. (Caption...)— % & (Read Caption...) You find me choked under my ribs, where my intercostals are ripped open, my thoracic is all red and my non blood cells are bleeding out of the screeching pain. You prick a needle inside them and make it all go numb with unbearable ache, Just as if you are dissecting a cadaver which is all rotted and then, you try to join them back with sutures . But what's fallen apart can't be assembled back, because the wrecks leave the bruises and even if the spot fades, it stays somewhe
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