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lip the walls breathe the television breathe the white film breathe empty bottles breathe pairs of old shoes breathe my brain breathe books edge across the floor and slithers out the mailslot making it 3 feet down the street before they slide into the ground footsteps breathe sky ball pulsates and moves nails separate point upward float towards surfaces and drill themselves in razorblades sink slowly in the atmosphere on tiny colored threads teeth bang shudder mouths craned open trees melt fold curling shit on themselves broken and mangled butterflies with birds bob incorrectly against the sky crash into things and convulse in sighing roadwater a man follows me slowly up the street moaning indecipherable sounds into the ear canal pulsate lung groan strained sides face my fingers are bent backwards for passing dogs to chew on my meat pulps worms hang by wirey pubic hairs slither into my skullcracks words words words imagery sarcasm my legs walk tapping up the street my torso dragging behind mouth open gums dragging the pavement wet open eye sock suck kiss the sidewalk me breathe you breathe wind breathe life breathe wall breathe can breathe want breathe cold breathe mind breathe no breath the mounds of my skies rise fall and sink breathing and coughing gasping for air before my hand
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