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pseudonarcosis
hypnagogic states
staring at your absence
completely unaware
... that i am chewing
through my cheeks.
copper and rust
and a hint of bitterness,
so... .... ....... ...
Something to it
i can not quite grasp,
a dream like quality;
the kind that leaves
with the loss as massive
as a dead
sun.
wake with Empty
Red palms
life level with
ashtray;
juuuust out of reach.
Luckily,
i can cum this blood a great deal
further
than i can reach.
we're covered.
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