empty seats in the Eco Life
people with heavy stones
; stoned
my body
the blades of the world
cut
cola only blood
sanguesanguesanguesangue
clotted blood on my wrist
, tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac
onomatopoeia death
tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tic-tac- fear
sliding away in time I feel the
terror of eternity perhaps survive
; ; tombstones
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