Everyone is in their own personal coma
That body lying there
I saw through the little window
You saw it through that little window
The distance you and me travelled
through and not out
that little window
sugarless whispers in her eyes
warm bruises in her last breath
don’t take what I don’t need
don’t say what I don’t mean
I hear more than
what I like to
so I boil my head in humour
laugh at all that I can’t change
throw all of it in fire
No way you silence me
because you can’t
you are
that body lying there...
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