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this apathy grinds my bones...

half-turn words and somehow caught
encience and eyes-closed-shut.

pitter.patter.window.tear.drop.bleak
; haunted anesthesia
    (fingers snap closed)
and somehow this brittle light of dawn
won't awake.

"god-dammit" he would say
"make it or make catastrophe syllables"

and I'd...
I'd look through his eyes

were I to find grindmetalfucking-screechbiteTHIS

I'd compose.

Again.

And whatever fucking fucking fuck

god-dammit, I'd write what he told me, and never look
back.




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