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Collar

 

fault in the seems
desire to pity
falsetto dreams
admire the pretty

collectively worn
as a lost iron eye
synthetically born
with the purpose to die

hung by the sleeve
enamoured by many
gorge ’til they bleed
their throat, filled with pennies

the skyward white sound
screaming stars to ascend
a call to the hounds
by the voice of a friend

buyer beware
of the Cerberus gate
all teeth no hair
and a belly of hate

alea iacta est 

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  1. “synthetically born with the purpose to die ”
    “gorge ’til they bleed their throat, filled with pennies”
    Interesting lines.

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