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May 2015
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somewhere deep deep inside of
a racking body is a dark little corner
in which resides all of the twisting ghosts
I've ever met in this short life of mine
and it's got to the point that every
single waking day I ask each and every
one of these tedious souls why they've
stayed, why they've locked themselves in
this wrecked shell of a body, this broken
structure that is my ribcage. and never left
me alone. never broken out of the brittle
complex that supports this snapping creature.
madness creeping through muscles, flashing
lights dancing before wild eyes, lungs laced
with fire and not breath, heart racing - pumping
acidic thoughts around an already infected body
hopeless, powerless, oblivious (or not) - i wish
i was.
izzi3
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izzi3  uk
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