Awake late and broken, pulled under. A cloud of mess. The brain fumbled. Bitter buttered something. I am drained. I am deadened by the things I
no longer do. I sit in concrete, with no left or right turns forward, no
leading space. No soft green primavera place. I lose dreams to limited phrasing. My flow evaporated.
I have self subjugated. Another me obliterated MB
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