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Feel so imperfect

Now your body

It feels

Feel so imperfect

Now your body

It feels like

Words become obscure

Underwater

Words become obscure

Underwater

Feel so imperfect

Now your body

It feels

Feel so imperfect

Now your body

It feels like

Words become obscure

Underwater

Words become obscure

Underwater

Call me dust on a coffee can

A reflection

Call me dust on a coffee can

A reflection, in a

Spoon

I can’t sleep

Can’t go over, my, thoughts

Where’s my blood

It’s running

Out

Out

Out

Out

It’s running faster than it should

He walks the house at night

Sees an image

Become some

Stares at the snow

Looks for it everywhere

It’s no use, it’s not there

It’s no use, it’s not there