Home Alone
if you could smell
what I smell
it would drive you to conclusion
without seatbelt or a map
if you could see
what I see
you would cry blood onto your lips
out of scars across your eyes
if you could taste
what I taste
it would seize you with one lick
it would choke you at first bite
if you could hear
what I hear
it would deafen you in fear
it would drill holes inside your ear
if you could touch
what I feel
you would cut off both my hands
and steal what's left inside
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