don’t the shadows seem to fall more harshly
from the sky as he walks away
the walk telling you nothing is right
for moments you are deaf and dead dead
I am dead you think
remember the dream
where you thought you’d get attention
by lying down on the floor
but everyone stepped and you felt your
skin crush and no one said stop
that is how it will be now you think
when you think again
all is given up
and exits are the only pretty view
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