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my throat is sandy yellow on the outside my throat inside is sandy crumbly
who and to whom prays during the heat whose deity will be a mirage
bones burn in the sky at night
we swim out into the crumbly desertedness of the inhumanity of betrayal
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everything I can’t sew
it still turns out to be a cunt
i don’t sew anything anymore
i have nothing more to lose
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cats play with guts
mouse life teaches
us to be small
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You killed me like it was the first time. Do you like me? No, it was another. It was iron-you. It is a metal-past you see, it’s my past and you’re erosion erosion inside my hungry eyes. It was, it is, it’s you, it’s my life without you, it’s my life, it’s not my life, because I don’t belong to myself. Ash-hair. Ash-heart. Ash-art. Everything I see turns to ashes. I see nothing. I don’t see, im blind. Im blind to… Еveryone is blind. Еveryone is mind. Everyone is my distance. I will die the same way I was born: alone.
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there is no one
to read dead
poetry