Mar 2020
They
Call out for me
Hunt me
Inhuman voices
Screaming
I feel their fingers
Reaching
To claw the dirt from my head
And give flesh
To my inner voices
Call out for me
Hunt me
Inhuman voices
Screaming
I feel their fingers
Reaching
To claw the dirt from my head
And give flesh
To my inner voices
(37/M/Minneapolis)
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