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all line up they turn and pour it down my throat

but i am not allowed to swallow

always one step away

always reaching aimlessly, grabbing at the heavy air

savaged, starving.

they put him in front of me

but i cannot be fulfilled

they dress him up in pretty packages

pretty bows

blue diamonds

golden fields

soft puffy clouds of red.

i fall under his hypnosis and

i inhale this disease