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Sonorants make this soft noise
as they slip from you
cold hands, cold devices
a vast fear resides in every cell
are you reaching the fore right end
of the death row?
Velvet eyelids turned inside out
thick tears, full mouth
they fade in silence the rain still
from the window a bowed figure makes up for the past
sins
please hold this pale body
winter helps us maintain
o how wise I used to be
o how unloved
Methylene blues
tucked in a thousand clothes without you
down on, serotonin storms were hardly
affordable
please coy these purple eroding viscera
I will fade in silence, please.
