the word the world [A]
(ii)

emotionless shock    mind cut
a crowd of self    no move

silence
i turn    nothing to hug with
you    were my arms

the ghost is sold to me
mock dead men move me
mock dead men we speak me

we mock dead men
we wu–marketed to
we kill me





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