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breathe easy

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breathe easy

bite my soul-turned eyes,  the empty taste of empathy and salt, left me drowning in the vinegar, burning me alive and    making my fingers taste like noise,  the thoughts inside me, behind my eyelids    scattered like a skipping record,    a stone across the railway tracks and while the train whistle lingers in the morning-tide, it still descends; a lantern on the leeward side, and I recline
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