.I rise and curse the waking day, curse the grime and curse the stains on the air and on the skin of the bed I'm tied within. Hiding from the twitch and crash, of the mood I hear you hatch. You're the mother growing cold - you're the bath now running old. I can feel the wall between us separate the f.
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