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Broken Beak
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Nausea
scribbled lines on a bit of paper i held in my hands and then i slowly read aloud to no one but myself 'sometimes we speak in different languages'
we're better off
poorly painted portraits leading way to the train station you come crawling down concrete and i'll be waiting
we're heading home
and i might be thinking of red lights that'll slow us down
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