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falling to death-


to find the word to pull it together, in spacious rapture bouncing off the cavern walls, the rocks begin to shake this shattered shell. hades bringing typed memo's of mementos up from scorched areas no one wants to see, nor has once seen and sees no more. i bend my fingers back till the break, i scratch my my skin till my nails rip to bone, i shave off my eyelids and wash them with lemon, these things stuck inside, my brain filled with venom. oh turning wheels of mayhem and destruction, the future kills loving of no situation. to any compilation, the super saturated split litigated lacerate loving feelings gone numb. like the antique coaster from a popular bar in th 1800's, slowly weathered to a dingy useless pile of condensation grabbing nothing. smelling on sharpies to remember whats real, as i fall to my death-


_m@niaC