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blackout
I wake
A drowsy half sleep
The need to leave
Train these toes to creep
Opening doors
With rusting keys
Feeling each move
From bleeding knees
The drones of bones
Creeking
Plasma soaked
The skin's been leaking
Thin these walls
Through muted bickering
I see only half
In this darkened flickering.
A drowsy half sleep
The need to leave
Train these toes to creep
Opening doors
With rusting keys
Feeling each move
From bleeding knees
The drones of bones
Creeking
Plasma soaked
The skin's been leaking
Thin these walls
Through muted bickering
I see only half
In this darkened flickering.
Published 22nd Jun 2015
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