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it sounds like dying but tastes like living. (Free verse) by skaskowski
IIIi carved a corkscrew out of the closet door with my hands and made a new red and brown rug out of shavings and fingernail fragmentsSSS. "she built a tent over my head while i slept. i woke up and was rolling down a hill down a road towards the woods. but i didnt know it". ?she covered me with arsenic kisses head to toe to belly button to shoulders the bottom of my feet even. so that when i walk i walk on her memory a memory of painful silence? 1so when i rolled over and fell off 2the cart 3onto the muddy drop-off, 4i rolled down and down and nearly 5smothered myself 5face down in the wet soil. you're not good enough and you're not good enough so go away from me. i'll use you. and you'll use me to make a bridge with my body from here to the end. andyou'renotgoodenough andyou'renotgoodenough. you are not good enough to be my next obsession.

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