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assassination of these ties i will be a gutted fish i will be free from you from the angry gaze you gave me when i was on the edge of dying i would do anything to forget that you killed this first anything anything i am just hitting my soul again and again bleeding out in a place you’ll never find vomiting memories and putting them back in my mouth in fear i don’t want to forget i don’t want to cut the thread
the voice is me trying to read this poem, stumbling, forgetting lines, making up new ones, crying. the red thread of destiny cannot be cut.
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