tired as jet lag and walking death
unfed
and not even smoking
damp germs spread down the cure tube
and
irony knocks away at my resilience
all my
aims
dreams
efforts
plans
loves hates and style
are exiled into the distance of extreme exhaustion
i hold onto them like the end of Brazil
and when i try to sleep
an alien growl like an hallucination
wakes
me
only
three
mins
in
all night long
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