#995420 added June 18, 2023 at 10:26pm Restrictions: None
My Flesh
My flesh lies on the grave of my mattress,
I think death might not be much different,
Existence has become claustrophobic,
My skills are being still and of slight breath,
I avoid many things I want,
I guess I've been dead for a long time,
Maybe my whole life's been mere practice.
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