I hear you
empty hands,
open mouth,
at my back
I watch till all
the anger boils,
pops, peels, and
I have no choice
but to face you.
I fill my lungs
with screams,
devour the day.
_
empty hands,
open mouth,
at my back
I watch till all
the anger boils,
pops, peels, and
I have no choice
but to face you.
I fill my lungs
with screams,
devour the day.
_
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