untitled. not the news

Took a crescent wrench to the mind

a mechanical problem surfaced

those dead all came alive by my side

we dreamed of my arrival

faucet drips and flouride cleans the porcelain

the news it turns me inside out

gone to watch the birds without eyes

just to listen

just to be still and breathe

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