Without eyesI know if i open my eyesi see her discolored and sadi know if i open itmy eyes fall to the floorand roll around the empty roomsearching the light of the dayor the light of the nightI know it will fall like a sorrender arrowand tormented they will see the concave cavityand my stone bodyi know they will seethe smile scaping fron the snail staircaseand maybe remember remember that one bad step is a sign of deathmy body will have to understandlike understand the warm from a summer dayor the mild stroke of a dry tonguei will know to preserve intactthe abandoned placeand tell inside of my silencewhat a can't
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