hair of the dog and splitting unrest
spending spare change on being depressed
suitable prison for the bothered kinds
happiness you're a... ?
breaking down
underwordly shame
bored and dead
swallow the mundane
cracks in my palms washed from my hands
alone with many vices
spine is crooked to my neck, and mind a spiral staircase
the morning is a strangle
always roses at the foot of my bed
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