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Semiconscious
I'm going under again---
You're pulling me down the line
With hook-fingers in my eye sockets,
Dragging me over open land---
I can feel my feet
Breaking ripping shredding---
Let me go...
You're killing me---
A slow death
That may take years
Break it, damn it
Pull the nails from my hands
Copyright ©
Scott Carrier
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