bitter
inhale

mothFeeble the din as dark settled in, the soften collision of moths in a tin;moth
of sounds I could isolate: the tiniest feet and the stiff linen flap of wings to a beat and the crush of each lung against heart, against gut, and the slice of raw tin in each visceral cut -
but of all of these noises the most loathsome one was the silence I suffered when noises were gone.
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I Have Something!!!
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I Have Something!!!
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I swear, every five minutes an idiot falls from the sky, and one day in a show of karmiac irony one shall fall on me and that my friends is how I will die
I always end with elipses because I never think there is a real end...
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And there you are asleep against the window pane, just like always.
You said you like to hear the rain, sometimes.
And here I am to sing you a song, and there you are asleep again.
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