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my last revision (maybe) PC

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i guess i'm elborating on the idea. i wrote the orginal really fast and put little effort into it, so i've spend some time with this one.

i can handle no more
metaphors for tears;
no more rain springing
from the eyes of some
pained innocent;
no more takeovers of
a calm undisturbed night
by some all comsuming panic;
no more visions of delicate petals
being ripped from the comfort
of their home in beauty;
no more oceans that smuther;
i can only handle the small ache
i still feel in these scars and cuts
that i run my fingers over
in the cold of this kitchen.