We begin laying on the floor.
Pain makes you jump.
The friction tears at your eyes, give me more to ease the flow.
No words, no birds to sing today.
Little blue box trips and spills it all.
The Fleeting light makes me crazy.
Up up up, Down down down.
I lay on the floor.

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