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𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆

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if you cracked open
my ribcage
i'm not sure what you'd find,
maybe the remnants
of a body
that once was mine

the heart stopped pumping,
the oxygen stopped flowing,
but the world just kept on going

i look up at the sky
from the bottom of the ocean,
and watch the boat turn around
and go right back to shore
like i was never even there

my friends were never even
my friends,
just holograms instead, and
i set out in search of ones
who make me feel something
instead
of feeling like i'm dead

the moss creeps in when i can't sleep
and wraps around my ribs,
reaching for where my heart should be

the worms turn my skull
into a compost bin,
the slugs settle in my soul,
and now i know

if you cracked my ribcage open
you'd find a home

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