then up to my heart
Into my mouth
I can't keep it shut
Do you recognize
the smell?
Is that you how tell
us apart?
I fool myself
to sleep and dream
Nobody's here
No-one but me
So cold
You're hardly there
Why can't this
be killing you?
Frankenstein
would want your mind
Your lovely head
Your lovely head
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