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eyes are red
living dead
just a carrier!
carrier
carrier
until the substance dies out
goes out of reach
someday it can give
stop shaking for a day
but now
I’m consumed by the scent of yellow years
what was that?
oh you’re a carrier
bringing back brick homes
frightful towers scraping my heaven
whisper whisper

so sentimental
going sideways
I’m not dead
where’d my friends go
what tomb and wrappings did I give them?
thinking of nothing
carrier
just a scratch until I’m shaking