Whole

An enigma, refund and rescinded.

Cracked, lathargic hallucinations remind of smoggy decembers.

5:00 AM, there goes my cycle, I am rolling through, bruised and cold.

I love life?

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I love the way I feel,

An escape, my lungs are sore, fuck me, it’s BLACK MOLD!

Grey, grey, the sky is grey.

Let me freeze, let there be smoke.

Let there be one more night with this enigma,

Let there be one more day, on my way back home.