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who i was

Leave it alone. 

We concentrate. 

We cannot hold the judgment of our finish. 

Sink now please. 

Let us all forget the existence

of insanity. 

You fell first and

we shortly after. 

Wounds crack stories across our face. 

Where could we hold truth otherwise? 

In accurate rhythms of blood? 

It was nothing we could master inside. 

Not maintaining memories in …

we conduct our punishment accordingly. 

The space between the conscious of sore hearts

where you left us

we cannot breathe there. 

Blood is dreadfully attractive

outside of its

designated areas. 

We put aside time

toppling over tattered skin. 

The pattern of our beast rips out

pumps out

screams out

loud for solace…

and for love. 

Red seeing red and history. 

Clutter consumes once tenacious intensity. 

We examine the inside

you declined so aggressively and

red is red is red is gray. 

Spinning and gray

we spin more and more asking you

to understand the intention mentioned

in blood. 

Place that there. 

Crowded places in our minds

mangle oxygen meant for fated future

of BOY and GIRL. 

We are leaving you this time

we are leaving you

a hollowed bit of flesh. 

We will now

stop breathing

first.