And so the light falls Like a cracker cracked in half. Even Beneath the pen, the breathing hogs Each moon of madness made. I Have broken down the walls; acquiesced Into the lottery of shambled figures. Even I can’t taste the night. Leaves rustle in my head. Across my bed, nudity glitters. Upon my shoulder, …
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