Filled. So full and my lungs do not breathe oxygen.
I’m leaking, suddenly, the satisfaction
Body fluids. Tasteful- Awful- Delivered and recycled.
Demolished.
Splintered mountains find themselves in smaller pieces
Stone; all they want is to share
the fake happiness of this final product
Perfection.
Begging “please just blow me” (Create me).
I will not make you sober, but it is okay.
Obey!
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