rings and things, familiar faces,
racing backwards, back to home........
we're leaving now,
the birds and nests
take what you can,
but leave the rest
for winds & worms & white-washed breasts.
You've really got me!!
scream the voices,
bells and hell's rest on your choices,
piercing blisters, tossed and hoisted,
pulling upstairs,
to the pillowed floors.
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...
..
.
....
you plague my thoughts, my dreams, my foe
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