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i want to cut the men out from underneath my skin my body bucks and shakes another place pulls at the cords embedded in me i am not of here your language is not my language and the way you move your hands is strange to me your people peer at me and their eyes show me to be transparent my form careens and wavers in alternation i cannot record or observe myself the air here shrouds me in plagues and sensitivities my body is a battleground i dreamed that i vomited out of my nose and the space behind my right eyebrow collapsed if i am only a shell for regurgitations of my surroundings where does my image exist in full detail? where did i hear this? who do i hear now?
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
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i want to cut the men out from underneath my skin my body bucks and shakes another place pulls at the cords embedded in me i am not of here your language is not my language and the way you move your hands is strange to me your people peer at me and their eyes show me to be transparent my form careens and wavers in alternation i cannot record or observe myself the air here shrouds me in plagues and sensitivities my body is a battleground i dreamed that i vomited out of my nose and the space behind my right eyebrow collapsed if i am only a shell for regurgitations of my surroundings where does my image exist in full detail? where did i hear this? who do i hear now?
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
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