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ocd (Free verse) by FreeFormFixation i poke and prick
the pus from it
but this shit never dies.
it swells and flakes
and spreads and makes
my whole face twist and cringe.
i stand and shake
and spin and break
the door off of its hinge.
then choke and spit
and fall and sit
on the dirty floor with flies.
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