my throat makes by atm.itm
my throat makes atm.itm corridors into cloth carries shimmering light i have forgotten how fabric can be light as light stitches from hands i have not met rest lightly on my shoulder it is the words hard to say that stick to my mind it is your words that do not know how to die make me sing out wretched and loud i strain them against the current currently shaking into sea salty and rocky my throat feels the bulge of the apple cork stuck inside i hope you’ll still hear me my throat makes sounds i am not your enemy i believe it to be true this belief does not make it so my eyes capture what you…
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