sleeping giant


i am fine
w/ disease in my face
 tongue fat slow for saying
smell of what i am walking on
drag my drugged body across the floor
on my knees i am a fruit to be discarded
in bruise count i fell
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wake me wake me i whimper in a hushed throat
slug of my crying can barely muscle
through the air i am surrounded by
 it is worthless to breathe
 it is worthless to move at all
  i decay and the leaves blow
 i decay and the snow falls