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- My eyes shed
- The skin of the last day spent
- They fall on the bed
- Like petals from a rose
- And I see their clear, wrinkly pale whiteness
- Their blueness from the cornea beseeches me
- And these new ones, how they prickle like thorns!
- How they feel like my body will slip away
- Visions come to me, so quick on their little blurry feet
- I cannot see the apparitions
- Of the people long gone past
- My brain fries
- On the pan that my head makes
- Cooking for the early morning brunch
- (it’s definition of brunch is very different compared to us who have sense)
- The hours slip on by
- 2, 3, 4, 5
- I can only count until the moment I die
- The deep sea mariner
- Wants to swim in the ocean blue sky
- Of the early morning that rises
- While I lie awake
- Wondering when my skin will grow feathers
- And I will fly from my coop, piled with white black birdshit
- And I will be away, to the land where my eyes
- Can’t pick up any of the electrical shocks
- It gets day after day
- 2, 3, 4, 5
- And then for 2 I am safe
- Then the cycle repeats
- Then my eyes shed, yet again
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