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blasphemy.

exertion exertion exertion
sweat drips
the useless body

incoordination
inside and outside
gray
exhaust
the hell
out of griminess

the dirt incises inside the bone
hides under the skin
grows the flesh

a tiny bit a tiny bit
blocks the eyes
to not do is not to see

so
what?

the desiccation does not matter
but the quenching of exertion
burns the aftermath
Ah!

here it goes again
a blasphemy of bodies

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