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Continually Deadened

As peristalsis,
I had to rid my system.
A molting of skin
from without and within.
I simply had to be free
  of him.
The duodenum
the cerebellum,
any sense of his being.
He was an infection
  to be purged.

I'm lighter now,
perhaps in the head.
But better
than continually,
  deadened.