.the cuckoo clock spits out it's sense of dreading doom..
while my head fills with the crescendo of white noise,
the deadening silence, of the empty room.. .
(where/& when everything ends too soon...)
black flowers, in my empty grin...
saliva, dripping down my chin...
("he's so.
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