slam my face against a wall scream til silenced from a sound-proof room try to catch the wind like a kite and fall even farther below bloody my nose with my own fist move a mountain all at once faint from the puny burden i have run blindly into an empty street i can’t die if i won’t i can’t bleed if i’m dry i can’t salvage the dreg i am nowhere, —fast from the wine bottle i’m looking from i can’t see nothing but brick from the wine bottle i’m looking from the tears are much too thick spread my brain across your blouse blow my air into space as far as i can tell, it’s good as new i fall headfirst into dirt i can’t die if i won’t i can’t bleed if i’m dry i can’t salvage the dreg i am nowhere, —fast from the wine bottle i’m looking from, the sweat is drowning me, from the wine bottle i’m looking from i sink in my sea, from the wine bottle i’m looking from, i see me
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