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Damp and damp and damp
The things on my skin cold
Biting itching crawling
What smells of mold?
Dark and dark and dark
My eyes itch so dry
No visions of sugar plums
Is that a dreaming sun or a lie?
Stale and stale and stale
The air is gone, broke
No breath to breathe away
Can I please have a smoke?
Cold and cold and cold
This chill is in my bones
I can't feel my fingers or toes
Am I lying upon a field of stones?
Noise and noise and noise
I feel my heart a beat a far off drum
I can't hear myself
Where are the screams coming from?
