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The violet night overwhelms me
guided in the byways by impetus
ravished by the end of dusk
tortured by my own hands
I crawl like an animal
pursued like a slave
tearing the cloth from my body
I drink from the filth pooled by rain
a bellow tunnels from my gut
and heaves from inside me
it is loud and volatile
prompting me to run 
forcing me to beg
for freedom