these thoughts are why i have no friends
Thursday
feathers made of silk in my sleep
i don't know where i was when
i went to bed last night.
the place was cold, damp and
full of earthworms. missing
girls appeared on the sewage river
tied in bows.
messages reading,
"who
is here"
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