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silence

as broken buildings

memories 

viruses

gone pandemic

simple as a tuesday drunk

swimming in fluid

speaking in magic 8 ball platitudes

these walls speak volumes

this tattered wall paper no longer

keeps secrets

yelling and foaming at the mouth

yesterday

I was supposed to save the world

yesterday

I was supposed to be a genius

yesterday

I was supposed to fly

my thoughts no longer speak to me

silence weighs

as ruins of broken buildings

there is no choice

I can only bleed