Roughly
Drug through thoughts
Shearing
Dripping lots
Of plasma on the ground
Soft beneath the sound
Of a heart whose pulse was found.
Now, gently does it hound
A string less tightly wound
Less throbbing in its pound...
All the while still bound.
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