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Aug 2015
My vision is soundproof
you cant hear it at all
my words are a lame horse
they don't make movement
The sound cycle trickles
downward and through gutters
Only to create the illusion of a clear image

More like broken glass
or a thousand furry fibers
I am awake.... I think

Take one step forward
Wrap two hands around twisted ankle
Gently place foot on throat
Now put all pressure on windpipe
Matthew Walsh
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Matthew Walsh  United States
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