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| fyn gula |
we wake from our beds that we can't get out of, that is if we have slept. those that did, linger in dreams of something better, something cleaner, more beautiful. when we try to rise, our limbs are twisted in suffocating sheets and only after several feverish attempts do we soak them with perspiration, falling back in frustration. we cry out for help and find our voice is gone from an entire life of shouting. |
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| unhinged | and you cut my vocal chords into little curly ribbons of blood and tears | 010321 |