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Jan 2018
As my skull cracks
Thoughts run like yolk from my lips
I watch street lights flicker like frames on a screen
I rest pills beneath my tongue till they turn into chalk
Merging with the grain of my teeth
I see strangers in passing
Each new body feels like a steady beat of nonsense
Losing all reason
All meaning
There is no savior
Only silence
Flaws
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