twist your arm around to the portion of my brain
where music was the sedative
and sedative turns sharply towards projection
identity
it is so quiet now
puddles and the sound of breath
when did the weather change?
when did i ...
longing for sedatives nevermore
the road is narrow, true...
but must it be straight?
mine twists and turns, inclines and falls
gnarled tree branches...
but what happens when it stops?
more silence
rain on me
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