Sickness
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kira
kira Ig:@kira.poetry
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I am sick.

Sickness

I am sick

the spiders swing

the spiders swing on dreamcatchers

the spiders swing on dreamcatchers made of my liliac bones

aren't they afraid I can kill them

aren't they afraid I can kill them any second I stop fearing them

I bleed

I bleed ink all over

I bleed ink all over the bedsheets

I bleed ink all over the bedsheets that smell like acacia

I bleed ink all over the bedsheets that smell like acacia swaying on beats of

I bleed ink all over the bedsheets that smell like acacia swaying on beats of thunderstorm

I am hurt

I am hurt like a desert

I am hurt like a desert aching for glimpse of sea

I am a stone in love with lily.

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