we still find all that we leave behind
Thursday, October 30, 2003
second sight
as i lay on the carpet
the world undulated around me
so long, goodbye
i could feel it coming
i could taste it on my lips
i cried, "i feel dead."
tasted blood where i had
smiled dully and
cracked my mouth
and i do
(feel dead)
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