i don't mind i don't matter. flood me blood me walk my veins soothe my pains move with the grace of sense, through flesh sick and dense flood me blood me. mind in matter. more myself than yesterday, i know i won't stay this way, for each time i turn in my eyes, i die back inside against the echoing skies, searching in dream the drug i seek, that blinding gleam of the mild and the meek of the wild and the weak, spine-bone chatter i mind i matter.
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