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Internal Distortion
Stuck here in the middle of the field
I can't move. GLUED.
I'm all tied up.
Vultures fly over me
Waiting to devour this flesh.
Crows have already come and are picking
at my head. DEAD.
That's what I wish to be.
I'm already losing my mind.
LITERALLY.
Feaces drop and fall.
SH*T HAPPENS.
Life is a toilet drain.
We flush it.
BLUSH.
That's the color I once was,
But now I live my life irritatingly.
I AM MUD. MUSH. GROUND.
Sound.
My peace lays there.
