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Fear Speaking

A Poem

Photo by Danny Lines on Unsplash

I don’t know I don’t know…the rampage of a refrain that coddles the busted nerve endings lining the skull. Undulations of misery and one track, that one faulty fucking track goes on.

Faint executions of miserable messages. The trembling cold fingers leave stale marks on everything they touch.

Startling out of the pavement, eating the rubber as you go, stretching through the…



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