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with the howling in my skull

the weight in my bones

the turns in my stomach

These nights don't get any shorter

I wake every one with a screaming shatter

my yellow

my clouds

When does the black decide to burst

When will the rounds stop turning

Do I ever stop shaking

Will I ever stop running from myself