see red, black out.
my view is darkened by the veil of sorrow.
Maybe tomorrow
I'll look it all up.
I feel too tornished.
each word's a burden from my mouth.
A month
i gave to demolish.
we've been linked to misery so far,
two dying flies in a jar
we are.
good grief,
you've tortured with insomnia and disbelief
paprika
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