Staples in a long line
chop chop chop chop chop
Keep your eyes open
the ground is shaking
They hold you down
chop chop chop
you're gone
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PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
94 - The edge
Staples in a long line
chop chop chop chop chop
Keep your eyes open
the ground is shaking
They hold you down
chop chop chop
you're gone
