Gallagher
It Won't Stop
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#45
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when the weight falls upon you, crushing crushing
crushing
crushing everything into dust
bone and ash
a creak of wood
glass in your foot a cold that starts in the limbs and creeps
bypassing the flesh
the bones
cracked and powdered
they remember their shape is there anything
left
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Posted 09-04-2019, 09:11 PM
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