In ancient times if you were sick.. c/c?

Kirby (>'.')>

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Here is where resistance grows
it's the little things that count
the chatty fan blades
are as bad as dead gossip
the curtains tell me they are the rivers
I will never find a way off of, past..not tonight
not tomorrow night
rejection vortex, and somehow from
inanimate objects, and mostly from
inanimate objects.

I self inflict guru's
with feminine voices and hostile undertones
let me put you at ease
put me at ease
dead birds require no ceremonies
and certainly no recognition
when they are 'worthy'
..of death
tear the pages out of the self-help books
they are no good, 300 pages of negation
600 pages of negation
900 - 900.
I lost this line of thought
i'll rhyme to make up for it
...I'm distraught, existentially too young
to drink whine.
ain't this
unrefined.
 
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