Wounded and twisted in the corner it sits.
Pounding, thrashing begging for relief.
Tortured and anguished it never speaks.
In drowning silence it slowly withers.
Empty and hollow it softly whimpers.
Ripped out and tossed aside
Hardened and in pain it cries.
Jagged and broken it lies.
Devastated and in ruins it dies.
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