you cut your head on the bedside table. your temple
The light burned out
I couldn't see how to change it
I
Half sunk in the mud
With one eye showing
A cracked smile
And
floating up to the hole in the sky, to the
Looking at this empty room
Hearing these sounds
Whose distance I can’t
the bed at night is a life raft in the
My room has never been this quiet
I can hear the
I wiped away the sweat on my face
And I looked
With a short fuse and Chinese directions
I think you'll light
I can't stand the way I was that day
Speechless, with
I had to wake up my head first
my body had
the dying roaches lying upside down send messages to their
If I can't pay attention
I can't think about
all the things
We try to laugh a lot
thinking there's nothing more
when nothing
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