each off key
scaling spines
books backs
turned on me
computer screen
glow shows
large bug going
by my hand
too hot for a blanket night
light red
summer night sky
star
windowboxes dry
dirt
are
all to be seen why
earth
is small right now
I don't know
need to get out of here
need to leave
need to shut the fuck up
with these poems all the time
need to this
need to that
need to shut the fuck up
digging myself deeper
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