23 Oct 2013, 12:16pm
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Brain Chemistry #1

Dark thrush all existence.
It works on hooks.
It is like something gone wrong,
like an etching, caught in nothing.
A -nail hung in a sheet.
We are borrowing sounds,
we own windows / door cards.
We feed acid through holes.
I feel caught in a flesh,
a metal part of it that ripped.
I got cut on you; they waited
to be sure they would find you.

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