There Were Wires

I am rust and plastic parts. a human clock whose face reads goodbye. hoarding time in increments. ill sell it all right back to you. endless and friendless and i know i move too slow. lights go on lights go out and were all so tired i know. im sick of breathing this air. i know, i know, i know, fuck it away. but my hands wontw ork ad my eyes wont look. a mistake and a pencil to erase one more name. im not selling anyone. im not selling anything. in constant rain our parts rust all the same. quarantined
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