I seem to want to forget what metal is . . . only remember the dead . . . use a place without instructions. hold that that lasts that disappears . . . no names just faces . . . silhouettes without names. a careful quiet, a bottom crush. again and forgotten, without lists, outside of lists, without instructions on lists or lists of instructions. I sit, the dead sit . . my face is my body is a littered corpes . . . again and again . . .. I try to forget metal and blood, seem to only remember lists, instructions of lists, lists of instructions and the dead. I seem to want to forget what metal is today and only remember the dead.
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