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making eye contact with starers
i'm over it
swear that you'll make it
du tror att du kan och att du fĂĄr
men du är inte här
med mig och mina vänner
man kan inte vinna
"i am a bonfire of human bones"
thrones and bouncing shining stones
when will man decide he knows
the universe's sunken shows
content reeling, forceful feeling
lack of rest and gentle kneeling
anxious as hell
voices in the crevices
dancing in these holy shoes
slipping like a precipice
i don't belong here
but i can
wipe my face
and dry/scan my hand
welcome me into
a foreign land
thursday at 9
her id is now
smile at me like an awkward first day
when met a second time
hela dagen är fort
like the warm days we were kids
vi var kul på vägen
coffee wrecks my insides but
i can't live on milk
i'm not cut out for this
i see an indiana jones chasm
and want to jump over it
after forgetting the base
i fall again
no physical invisible platform here fuck my legs
fuck my eyes for seeing my legs fail because
of my mind after my body fell i
went limp despite being compartmentalized
into a bunch of separate limp fucks grated
down by sandpaper over many seconds
limp dissonant fucks is all my body is
both hands grasp for hair
the wire's' static
the media's' massage
i'm only quick
to devalue myself
because i'm stupid
we live with things until
they live with us
my memories
what few i have
cctv video recordings
of someone who looks
pretty darn similar
acts erroneously and
loses himself in isles
he's visited
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