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the stale smell, my own flesh rotting.
in tears i swim and make my bed.
i hoped this life would cease, my illness feeding.
i’ve said too much. i sleep with lights on and hide
from my madness. the nightshade.
my hands are cold and righteous.
my breath is slowed. i lean with boats
where the evenings comb, the ocean’s breathing.
forgive my life, i haven’t learnt.
forgive my eyes for seeing.
in tears i swim and make my bed.
i hoped this life would cease, my illness feeding.
i’ve said too much. i sleep with lights on and hide
from my madness. the nightshade.
my hands are cold and righteous.
my breath is slowed. i lean with boats
where the evenings comb, the ocean’s breathing.
forgive my life, i haven’t learnt.
forgive my eyes for seeing.
— myself
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