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my gun misfires

scorch-marks lash across my hands

i hear rabbits laugh

memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am

i wake up gently

it’s such a beautiful day

i feel very ill

it was past midnight
the sky filled with UFOs
i’d lost my camera

“will you be the moss?”

i’ll be whatever you want

to stay here like this

circular logic

you can’t concede to yourself

this isn’t over

she tears down the walls

an insatiable hunger

the cityscape looms

just clutching at straws

the world is less than perfect

apathy’s a bitch

my gun misfires

scorch-marks lash across my hands

i hear rabbits laugh

there is no bus home
everyone singing a song
that i didn’t know

the water wont stop

despite how i turn the taps

i found it like this

completely naked

but for top hat and goggles

i dress to impress

need to keep my foot elevated