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Streaks of toilet paper like lipstick stains down a dirty dress

the only solace in mattresses of cocaine.

plush fabrics brush against oily skin. It’s fine, dear.

They said.

merry-go-round in a sea of white. stiff smiles and bright lights.

the grass is always greener.

They said.

Take this, all of you, and eat of it : for this is my body which will be given up for you.

Take this and eat of it : for this is your body that will be given up for you.

Brainwashed imprints on a shattered mind, like breaking the bone of a bad sprain. Quiet silence ~

We put our thoughts in a cast.

and get our signatures upon it

sealing a temporary silence that will always be a broken

bone

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