nothing is inside of me
2025-07-09
i don't feel the urge
just the need to purge
need to take pauses
live a thousand life in a bleak break
these bones never break
this soul never ruptures
i'm familiar with its infrastructure
i'm familiar with its tongue
living this life of mine
i may as well been a monk
i may as well been a ronin
get all the peasants moanin
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