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May 2010
The substance flows
Through the very air
Warming it. It’s easier to swallow.
The poison goes down;
Without a second thought.
My breath is contaminated,
I can feel the cells
Multiplying. Dividing.
I can feel it splitting.
I am holding a conversation
With myself
And im barely making it through
The day.
I’m watching my failures
On a silver screen
And I keep seeing that face.
My minds a blank
Just another side effect
A mutation
A break in the code
I am just two letters off from
HORSE and the pressure is on.
Not that I’m a fan,
But rather a silent observer.
Its funny how now
I realize the likeness
Is uncanny
And the bulb is just
Too dark
Written by
Daniel august
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