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Pure of Stars Aug 2018
the breath i breathe is not my own
this heart that pumps does not feel
someone’s must be inside of me
clicking the buttons for my body to work
because i have left and buried myself
in a plot of dark soil  
i no longer feel what my soul used to say
all i am is an empty sack of bones
feeling very.... empty? i think that’s how i’d described it. empty.

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