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If only every tear shead
Were each a feeling exsponging my body,
But knowing how embedded they are
In all fibres of my very being
Hold them tight
Sewn carefully into who I am,
And the hopelessness of this realisation,
Locks them all inside,
Tending to be incorrigible,
Until they grow upward and onward,
Like an uninhabitable rainforest,
Trees from my mouth,
Bamboo from my ears,
Orchids from my eyes,
Shrubs from my nose,
From every orafice
Suffocating me from inside out!