shake but nothing left, carbonation gone flat
2026-06-22
type and delete
type and delete
shake until bubbles form
and pour it all down the drain
remember the times it poured out of me
now i shake
i shake
nothing's left
in another life my neck was taller
my spine sat more upright
this life
made me way i am
born after industrial bloom
breathing down the factory fumes
my lungs
easy to gain consciousness when something goes against your nature
try to think otherwise when it all goes down the way it's supposed to
my lungs crave the fresh air it never tasted
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