because this rooms smells of smoke and off fire and ash and / the sounds of old voices that haven't faded and left / me cold and voided and empty liked water or gas and / there's a madness in my head that I can't seem to shake with / words and empty melodies of blame and regret because / all I can feel is the blood of the dead as / I'm faded and crumbled and cracked to the end / and I know no one can fix and or glue me together again but / I'm glad that you’re doing the / best that you can.
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Adoxography
Puisi❝ Adoxography ❞ (n.) beautiful writing on a subject of little or no importance pronuciation| \a-doks-'o-graf-E/
