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Deathorder
Aug 13, 2023
Under this seemingly guaranteed safety, my nose began bleeding rust, I guess 10 + 10 times cry gives a false sense to die, and rhyme agony with felony grass with press health with death and forgot to comma my momma from forgetting last minutes to live off lift up the extra pounds that were cliff-hanging on last centuries cigarettes, cakes and marriages..
Dirt under the sink is a whole separate poem but cleaning should already take place while an old cassette of Jon Bon Jovi plays a motivation to break it all down and start from scratch + skeleton what’s left to carry on carry on, my fattening shadow doesn’t need its own deathbed.
Stairs are an easy path for the scraped-hearted.
Crawling is mostly misinterpreted.
