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I am prone kicking the door banging, beating on the hollow wood the nerve, I need it hits heavy, it hits hard like my hand hits the abused oak but not enough alone maybe angry, desperate fist no answer cares to call to me clawing til I crawl to sleep prone, and cold forget that shame is mine to own forget that knobs ******* under me push the luck I've so far escaped push myself against the frame prone wipe the rain that drips from my brow prone to cold raise a storm to blow it down
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
à huis clos
I am prone kicking the door banging, beating on the hollow wood the nerve, I need it hits heavy, it hits hard like my hand hits the abused oak but not enough alone maybe angry, desperate fist no answer cares to call to me clawing til I crawl to sleep prone, and cold forget that shame is mine to own forget that knobs ******* under me push the luck I've so far escaped push myself against the frame prone wipe the rain that drips from my brow prone to cold raise a storm to blow it down
still knocking, still knocking.
touka-kouka
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
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