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My eyes wrinkle with pain and discomfort probably from the toxic levels of ammonia in my room my cat’s spray marking territory no matter how barren If you listen closely in fact you might hear the sound of the mice in our walls I asked you a ***** question last night I was pungent too, interrupted showers or from the natural odors this body emits from stress and work and undesirable outcomes I had moved from my seat to the bed, littered with unwashed garments and ties, on one corner stained with blood from my cycle I had forgotten to dab it quickly And here I found my little life open and defective like a child’s suggestion to read the Bible My garbage overflowed with rotten items processed foods, exposed to the airs of my room, the sniffs of my cat and other critters My eyes shifting forms red and gauzy Maybe even not even me Just a mirror of an old human feeling like desire, hate, envy Summoning death for all the wrong reasons to converse like old friends to be let into a secret room to become some thing better
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Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 6:37 PM UTC
***** Room
My eyes wrinkle with pain and discomfort probably from the toxic levels of ammonia in my room my cat’s spray marking territory no matter how barren If you listen closely in fact you might hear the sound of the mice in our walls I asked you a ***** question last night I was pungent too, interrupted showers or from the natural odors this body emits from stress and work and undesirable outcomes I had moved from my seat to the bed, littered with unwashed garments and ties, on one corner stained with blood from my cycle I had forgotten to dab it quickly And here I found my little life open and defective like a child’s suggestion to read the Bible My garbage overflowed with rotten items processed foods, exposed to the airs of my room, the sniffs of my cat and other critters My eyes shifting forms red and gauzy Maybe even not even me Just a mirror of an old human feeling like desire, hate, envy Summoning death for all the wrong reasons to converse like old friends to be let into a secret room to become some thing better
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Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 6:37 PM UTC
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