So used to crying alone
as I am now

Sobbing, sorry
this life, these deaths

evoke

I'm ok with wracking

all the knowing
thin

breathing is labored

snorting to breathe

rocking in my chair

rubbing the tears
into my eyes
saltly stinging snorting

wipe

something folds down
on time
as if you were light
and i was dark

and blinking is filmmaking
when you are the star

reverse this into that
get then

when we thought
we were more than
a bleeding edge
in time


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