its not that which surrounds
my small room
im intoxicating myself with my
own fumes
how i wish that i could float
all the way to the moon
to be able to flee
that which forced me in my tomb
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Things I could tell you
Poetryincoherent, inconsistent ramblings about a person trying to reach a consensus with itself
Things i could tell you #22
its not that which surrounds
my small room
im intoxicating myself with my
own fumes
how i wish that i could float
all the way to the moon
to be able to flee
that which forced me in my tomb
