Hook snag pull drag from the back its hardly even visible but you can
Taste it on your tongue the numb is wearing
Hard on you it floods floods floods
Fold, crumple, scrape away, hide away, don’t let
It come to the front of your mind it has resistance
Why did you pull tug it had to
Swim through shit to find your present, past, and future
Rolled out on a flat surface unfurled finger jab
Boom
Slip
Burn
Tear
Knock,
knock
Who’s
There.
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