Wednesday, May 13
i am this man I am this man with the hunch the hunch over the glass the hunch as small as a cloud I am this man that holds your fingers about to break they do not move do not move slow as the sand do you hear me I am this man I roll up my collar I roll up and I crawl towards you your broken fingers touch me for the first time too close I cannot breathe
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