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Sep 2014
Where are my thoughts?
And where is my head?
I'm filled with static channels instead

I feel no heartbeat next to my ribs
As if cold metal replaced my limbs

How do I get off this drug?
And give up lackadaisical hugs?
When I'm a television set
Repeating reruns until death
Written by
Aquinas  21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida
(21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida)   
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