Thud thud/But nothing is there/No one is here/Why can’t I move/I am in slow motion.
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Guest Writer Satu Ikäheimo: Absolute Mortality
i am punctured blood spilled / standing on the street corner / screaming until the police are called / i am put under arrest / for disturbance of the peace so / i cut my lungs out and / burn them as a symbolic gesture