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Swallow Me, 2
You would be doing me a favor
that I find impossible to gift myself.
Less death since one could say
my soul passed away
a long time ago,
Silently.
Like the serenity I long for.
No, not non-existence,
just
silence.
I scream a cackle into the
cushions of my sofa
as the irony coats the inside of my mouth.
I must have
deserved
the ranci...
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