I will record the drips and rivers
Lucid, my mind messes the sleep divide
!!!!SYSTEM FAILURE!!!!
God! You've torn the evidence down the wall between
you and the detectives is an anthill and
my wrist is not so bad but my fingers and
claw is for shit as it holds the most silent
tool on the face of the earth and gives birth
to nothing but spot on moments
I will record the fluid I've found in
a crushed dose the size of a sunflower
seed and guzzle behind it flows spiced
tea and honey and I romanticize even my demise!
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