Down There

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I do not want to die
But I do not care if I did
A day, two months, ten years
Yes, I cried, so what if I kid?
 
A single day feels like fifty
The walls pushing in, vertigo
The ground gone, the roof crashing down
The laughter loud, down vertical
 
Unwanted, dead or half alive
The sky’s torn slashed back bleeding black
A foul mouth full of murdered moth
A tongue that shoots flak while it smacks
 
 
 
 

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