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still don't know what this is...all of my brain is messed up
all of my brain is messed up, what can i say...oh wait, it's all waste up there and something is keeping my heart beating. all ic an say is waste resides with waste, so maybe i jus have a prosthetic heart and is not beating at all.
i missed the seductress of the morning. i came awake not loyally but to afternoon grating heat of harshness and light of blindness. There is nothing to see here anyway. and our eyes are more alive at night when our deadness awakes. tears fold over each other; each have a name, and each name falls long and hard, as i know that all of what i want is what i can't have.
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