Something still hurts me
So I must stretch my flesh
A pizza crust around the world
Pie of melted barb wire
Hardened by the will of the sun
Foreseeable fissures form
At select locations
Like a film premier
A fractured crowd of deionized water
Dissolves my creme brulee
I wanted to crack that shell
So I stomp my feet in protest
Stomp my feet on a hard surface
Another creme brulee
A mile deep
Filled with loose shit
The bottom is where
The hurting stops
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