Possibility Pair, Of Ox
I wake up,
I never sleepI fill my lungs,
I never breatheI move my lips,
I never speakBroken pipes that never leak
I open eyes,
I cannot seeI spire thoughts
I cannot teachI drip in eighths,
I cannot listenTortured souls that cannot glisten.
By David Mchugh
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