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displacement, the basement, commented
relented six down naked bulb, tired lungs,
tired eyes, crooked not up but sideways
for now. the rise and fall and drops
never stops i pulled the clouds
inside me and now it's raining again. in
my sleep last night for the first time. dying
i live, living where we die. abounds six feet
deep within the grounds. there ashtrays
are volcanoes now apartments in red and
brown salt the earth and never grow
ashes look like snow falling and just sitting
more trash than the fair the smell of
crowds, a burning nose a smell familiarly
half-assed only to fail half-assed reflection
ghostly you're waving while
i cementing my fear ...