Your broken glass
points  made sure of that
Hah red it was grand we were typing on a submarine
And she had just twisted a line and we were going face first into nowhere
Between curtain knives
Twist circles within your
Selves and stab
That knife
So deep u
Can feel
That heart
Beat
Beat itself back into oblivion
Heart muscle-tissue
Digging itself into the knifes edge red
What have I become scraping egos like photographs
And taping them down
While shadows dance from the candle flames
Status error%%%*%-%&-&+%9%(((%((( caution
This area is a high risk for radiation poisoning
Your golden dollar
Is
Nothing and an Indian
What? Woke up
Punch to the throat
Gag
*******
******* never understood
Walls
Paper
Penicl
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