Succulent foul breath swathes with sore-throat bacterial stink
And I breathe in the pungent sickliness that congests within.
Sticky weariness suspends me in vitality-sapping stasis
And my thoughts are veiled like the murky swamps of the confused dead.
White lights flood into my iris;
Keeping my brain awake with painful alertness.













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They're just more words, they're
just more words
That I can't wait to unlearn
[Something For Kate]
Tommy away.
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They're just more words, they're
just more words
That I can't wait to unlearn
[Something For Kate]
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