Mrb - To myself
Where my mind bleats for quiet, my heart skips for an answer
Where my head loses memories by the second, a whisper is often something I can muster
I muster
To myself
that cold cold chill
That permeates the radium of the world
Turning pipes inside out
Piping hot food used for body charcoal
And the ash of time as a vanguard for nails on a cross.
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