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No Recommendation Unreadable ideograms Beaten thin leaf to tenuous holds Of failing parchments Brittle in their folds of tears Remember, they struggle for survival In clasps ever present Reverberate continual back down The long lost corridors Searching for the regurgitation of their meaning Black and white memories Of some sickness Which threw off kilter Every next days other day of life The heat of its brand, a whimper Kicked on late stirrings against a pillow sleeping Fizzog fierce of demons forming From an ugly defining rampage torturous No recommendation Other than a scar to pit against its will Other than the pain burns continual Of insubstantial rape Its shame to twist and wring the neck Till breathing burdened Utters not Its last and inconsequential gasp Released The lump constricted full of throat Strives to cough up on agonies point The vendetta it holds against the past And its freedom overburdened by desire Children, screaming into silence With a wish of blooded nails To scrub away the indelible marks And eaten hours Rips against the mirror inside a heart Cold implacable bleeds The warm vein of isolation Designs its unreadable ideograms There are no recommendations