scheduled outage my heart aches for it. broken fingers can't take the pain. sightlines abstracted clouds and sun. i am sorry but i don't want to be there. walking into a room with chains. those moments were never the same. you branded my ass with a twisted iron. i am shifting shapelessly away from you. the shrill voice of violence shreds. you down the spine and twists instead of tugs. you never forget that kind of shit.
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