A home within a home

The truth of pleasure denies the fort, ridden with calluses from within; where major parts delve and decay, the shortness of breath hail and pray; a lunar eclipse summarized the state, through a prism I viewed within; born and bred from shades of hate, a town which made me contemplate; from a square I saw it disintegrate, it stretched and fit into my map; where my eyes foresaw the illustration, a candle burned into my imagination; regressed to pain and made me amputate, belligerently I fought the magistrate; yet it seemed effortless, a cubic cell of thorns and stings; it enclosed itself onto my fate.

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