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Yr Self , n Time: By Paul Cunningham»
WE’VE CHOOSEN MOUTHPIECE
We wrote song. We song’d. We were denied a sunrise
like the days, damned.
I screamed at we-song.
I screamed, wake up.
I screamed.
There was nothing left for we-song to bury inside [we] beautiful lungs.
We-song was song silenced by [drenched] by concrete…(Source: redlightbulbs.net, via februaryy)
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