this time i'm writing in my second heart-mother-language. i just feel like doing so. nothing else.
it's just me & me & me & me............
***
with a little help from whiskey
the night is so right
the downstairs don't fright
i'm turning so low
life's ready to go
***
pulling out my thoughts from
my body
sharp existence of oneself
doesn't bleed
doesn't plead
doesn't need
immaculate truth
behind the veil of
nothingness
***
screaming through the
foil
is heard by
the deaf
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