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i linger too much on the exhale my eyes get lost in space table and the desk are unfocused and i choke and i squint. i wake up with ancient stomach aches slow and deliberate and warm and subtle i might say not like someone's poking me. there's death in my mouth dozed off again without following proper hygiene i watch old dreams drift off. air pushes down on me i'm not who i want to be a war against gravity is to breathe in. let me fill in the boxes for you get me my crayons, get the blue get the red and yellow and i will mix in some pretty lie. get me the critics i want a deeper look into my heart i want cyber conversations with the soon to be dead. find me crossfires of too old to be this way parents and crossed eyes of unintentional interruptions of voice. and how could some vibration not faster than a color become a rusty old wrench and break me in half? but a dog barks outside cars whizz on by, honking sometimes breakfasts still make metal noises -- you'll brush your teeth later.
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Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
nine o'clock
i linger too much on the exhale my eyes get lost in space table and the desk are unfocused and i choke and i squint. i wake up with ancient stomach aches slow and deliberate and warm and subtle i might say not like someone's poking me. there's death in my mouth dozed off again without following proper hygiene i watch old dreams drift off. air pushes down on me i'm not who i want to be a war against gravity is to breathe in. let me fill in the boxes for you get me my crayons, get the blue get the red and yellow and i will mix in some pretty lie. get me the critics i want a deeper look into my heart i want cyber conversations with the soon to be dead. find me crossfires of too old to be this way parents and crossed eyes of unintentional interruptions of voice. and how could some vibration not faster than a color become a rusty old wrench and break me in half? but a dog barks outside cars whizz on by, honking sometimes breakfasts still make metal noises -- you'll brush your teeth later.
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Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
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