Diagrammatical Error

Force-fed by the creative sounds of rain,
And an epiphany.
Seizures tossed me,
The empathy of my reconstructed self
Pours out like water in a bath,

Milk and poison ivy
Herald in the cross contaminations
Of an irreverent conditional appointment.

I bestow on you the quarter
Section of my spleen.
Oh cake of flesh,
Meet me here in poverty,

As I undress.

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