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my mind is crumpled
my eyes ruptured
my ears are deafened
my nose smells rotten
my lips are drooling

my neck is tingling
my arms are squished
my chest is pressed
my back is scratched
my tummy flattened

my thighs are clipped
my knees are bent
my legs are pinching
my feet are tense
my toes are wringing

my hands are spoiled
my fingers crossed
my palms slapped
my wrists pained
my arms crabbed

my heart is scorched
my heart is scorched
yet my heart is burning
a little burn is what matters
my heart is burning