mist of memory
sight is shaky
linger in the
light
newborn baby
rot and aching
keep me by your
side
i stare blankly
won't you hate me
count the times i've
died
am i just taking
birth erasing
gone for real this
time?
define "forsaken"
time creates it
can't miss what's not your
own
blanks created
oscillating
mindless prose and
song
la da da da
white face
not a trace of
time
lost takes
tell me its
alright
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