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i am quietly cutting away
at my shell, chopping bone
and ripping planks,
peeling back selves
in search of a core;

my nails are splitting–
my hands are caked in entrails
and i am quite tired of digging
(i am no archaeologist)
but i will persist,
for your sake

though i am quite sure by now
that there is nothing underneath.

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