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I thought I felt the world but I feel nothing at all
every single inch of my body tenses every time you open your mouth everything that escapes your lips is a song;
the soulless chitters of the crows,
the shifting silent of the waves,
the mumbling wind against the budding spring,

all the air that drips from your brain to your lips
is artwork in itself

— The End —