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To bleed and not

Last night when things got dirty
Backbones shrink as a narrow battery
Abdomen bend to an asymmetrical clock
It's needles went backward 
Undoing seconds and redoing remembrance
Ticking stopped for bygone minutes
Like awaiting uninvited guest for an after party
Pause pushed needles to poke a nearby flesh
A helpless liquid spat out
It resembled blood and fungus
Spread all over like a cancerous candy
With sweet thorns which eventually hurt
And the pain came out of compulsion
To bleed and not ain't an option
For a lifetime the choicelessness bled
Luckily there were no chances
No-one chooses to bleed
It's always the other way round.

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