wordinthemirror (wordinthemirror) wrote in bleeding_words,
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on scattered words
in the space-time continuum,
my legs are wandering
on the stripes of a highway.

after the sonic boom
the bellowing pain,
on the dark coffee grounds,
I regret my life.

in a grotesque cycle
the last beat,
in our rushed minutes
the pulsating vision,

a caring mother treats
her tired child,
the loneliness covers me with a suffocating blanket.
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