a summer death to come

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I am a ticking time bomb- no, a fly tapping the glass of a lightbulb as you lie on top of your sheets,
risking no-one but myself as i hit again and again the cellophane-thin wall between existence alive
and another rotless corpse littering the neglected dust in summer
risking no-one but myself, yet pushing your nerves against the glass with my constant and desperate mannerisms
buzz-click, buzz, my search for life only bringing me closer to death





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