just that
burning faces close to skin
eternally mind to crash
ash to dust to mind blow high
up to speed of light
tomorrow is never back to yesterday
i crawl i grab i scream
found a death in my eye
under a pillow in my right hand
lusting of heavenly odour
youthful blood run through wet nail
using locally point of cold
not another time another person
is just about the same cruel one
ordinary but mostly unthinkable
rush to your closest spot
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