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Sep 2016
im left wanting to tear
off the rotting suit that i wear.
leave it lying tucked into
the space between
the door and floor.
keep the room quiet and cold
to give me room to think.
allow the music
to leak out of its seams
so i can have something to listen to
and something to drink.
Written by
mike
220
   Azaria and Rhet Toombs
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