Category: journal
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A black hole slowly stretching time Walking on broken Saturn rings in my brain I can’t voice or whisper what I read With sore throat, rising acid, wasted yearsLucky to still have music in my ears Luckier that my brain can still compose I am a supernova exploding backwardsI don’t know if it’s my body…
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Up and away, balloons fly and never to be foundFalling faster, bombs… here they fall downCoffee spilled down the table; I couldn’t cry *hands up*Thump…thump…thump. Their mechanical hearts.Sudden hissing and whistling. Brains cracked.Watch the news and see them die faster than youIt never ends… sirens keep blowing wailingUntil we all lose our minds and follow…
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