my mind is a swarm of bees.
it's a piñata that won't burst.
it's the aftershock of a nightmare.
it's a flood of desires that won't be accommodated to.
my thoughts are static; loud, angry static.
there's a war going on when the sun goes down.
last one standing gets to live in peace.
my body will fall.
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