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Jun 2019
fiercely silent it brays it brays it screams in
six strings, six songs nag and itch and needle themselves into the base of my skull
the atlas, the axis, stunned by the weight of doubt of guilt with hardly a sentence to their credit
with hardly a moment to their name
i can't say the words out loud, i can't even think about it too hard
Written by
soak  23/torontoish
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