You are a mass of flesh no masterpiece. You wheeze and misspell because you forget everything you tell yourself. You start talking to yourself when you're talking to your friends. Their faces were blurry. They weren't your friends. You wind yourself up over and again.The parts of me are seperating. We reach to each other from the ends of a black hole. We join hands. Close. We are all one soul.
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