i bleed from above and scream from below, an angles no mercy for feet with no hold...I reach from a crooked limb and clinch this fist...sweeping for surrender, surely I'll miss..

its fabulous, that you find me fictitious....a figure famous, for a day and nothing more...a short last.....I'll, die like the past, and watch our words gather into history, a story worth not..

meanwhile.....settle me, into this earth....

soak my bones with wet soil, melt my skin, take these memories and see me thin...

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