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wring me out of everything— all the thoughts damp with mildew, old rotten mind, brain like brown ground beef, pale with dead blood and green with fuzz. wring me out. when you are finished, there may be nothing left— hardly anything left, but extract this mentality like sebum from a blemish on my cheek. There will be nothing left.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
Sodden Head
wring me out of everything— all the thoughts damp with mildew, old rotten mind, brain like brown ground beef, pale with dead blood and green with fuzz. wring me out. when you are finished, there may be nothing left— hardly anything left, but extract this mentality like sebum from a blemish on my cheek. There will be nothing left.
Nov. 2018, Ketler Unit A
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17/Non-binary
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
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