Maybe the point is
That I am defined
By what I am not
The answer maybe
Is that there is no
Question able
To be asked
To be asked
The cold was cursing
The heat for which it hungered
Passages of inward, groping fear
Passages of sick tread hopeless guises
Staying unwell
And unfed
And not near
No
I see that freight cars still run
No
I can see that there is more to this than fun
No
I can't see through your social eyes
No
Just like fruit darkest bruises on the inside
Yes
Intimate things that I whisper now
No
I can't see you through the filters now
Smoke
Smoking on the same you cast over yourself
No
And you wonder why it's so cold in hell
And you wonder why it's so cold in hell
And you wonder why it's so cold in hell
And you wonder
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