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grieving the loss of self
begging to be nowhere near consciousness
black is a sound
it hums as i pull the plug from the wall
it becomes everything
an all encompassing silence
i listen for you
i’m ready
pieces of me flow through the floor
finding a path
i seep into the ground
getting closer and closer to the thought of you
too little too late
what a shame
