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Feb 23
they have taken my words
and minced them up
in front of me
this is a familiar hell
this oubliette, this hole
this ******* landfill
of words and words and
words have
lost meaning, lost color
as little by little
i am pulverized
to grain, to salt, to dust
over and over again
over and over again
over and over again
monday scaries
Written by
indi  23/F/somewhere in the sea
(23/F/somewhere in the sea)   
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