Whittled down
To pulses of pain
I wait
Sleepless
Maybe if I were better
Maybe if I were fitter
Maybe if I were tender
Not this strong
Not this ugly
Not this
Jigsaw of ink
And blood
Upon the taunting page
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe
If I just wait
Sleepless
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