three.3 three. III

i just write

static turn around and you will see the static inside of me.
raising up my hair and nails
the face it turns white once its gone.
misconcepted thoughts eat me alive
untill the static comes and strides.


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they look and see no one. feelings they cant possess
eyes that cannot see hands that cannot feel
you wait around and press the ground
the earth is cold in winter
frost and snow,