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Lights are out

TV's gone
The monsters in the basement

( un- ) locked in the back of my brain;
My conscience told me to steer clear

My skin's drawing thin
Layers peeling away

Nothing to reveal
Except maybe what you

Were making me
Become-

-became-
What happened to who we are-

-were-
(Lost in the confusion)

Thought
I was right;

You were always
Right.

(It's always too dark to say so.)
I can't speak without the hum

Of
Pulse

Of
Electric Life.



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