but you're never home anymore,
or so the balck bird claims.
what does she know about your world?
after all, does she drink the same air?
breathe the same water?
my point is broken.
my head won't stop falling off...
and so i breathe my water and drink my air.
there’s nothing else to do when you
can't
breathe,
the air,
nor drink the water...
without choking on
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