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Dispensaries, venom in their tongues will always Drip to me, counting holes in my reflection Missing piece, each day will break apart my Symmetry, guess I'll find another one Brand-new razor, I will waiver All I've spent to reach beneath my skin Excavator, my eraser Burrows in and tells me where I've been Blistering Another day to line the dots Private engraving signals to me Chick-scratch relief 'til I am done Blistering Signal repeats and I've begun To lose the feeling, circling Under the seams 'til I am done Mystery how they all keep tabs on all their Misery when I have blades for all of mine Twinkling, these constellations fall in Symmetry, but I want another one Brand-new razor, my new maker Siphons in and moves beneath my skin Annihilator, my eraser Needs to strip this ornament No one above, no one below Nothing behind Inside I find myself inside