ii. holocaust

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a trespasser 
of drifting thoughts
how come
you're on my ceiling
at nighttime
how come
i hear your muffled
voice stirring inside
the walls of my earlobe
you eat 
all my distractions
so you can
destruct me
you've stained my skull
destroyed reveries inside me
what a massive holocaust!

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