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Streams of lack of consciousness. 1
movement
nodular presence
feel me
kill me
bury me with your conscience
Evil spirits gather for me
Poor me
severely off balance.
Jesus if i ever cross this line keep me caged like your kin did
filthy gluttony even though twig skinny.
I'm far from human,but hiding like one though
Crash course
damaged Amens,my praise lost inside those dimmed eyes
smiles quantized.
Kisses practiced.
touches lack true movement,robotic.
ailments gathered.
Speak for yourself she speaks only when spoken to
jostled
her face emotes like a crowded moshpit.
Can i look and feel.along with the others.
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