Living Sickness
Submerged in my own filth
Discombobulated desire
Cold spun out breezes
Every animated thing covered in a layer of
Sickness and frost
Eyeballs heavy with the breath
of men long dead
Opening to the rage of invalidation
transcribed across my brain-
In conjured voices
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