Throttle
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I could not stop my valve
That supplies the memories of you.
I fear how to slash from
Without wound you.
I spaced out from you
Suicide.
To get what you’re not interested to.
Panic.
Reaches profound silence.
My thoughts are brittle
Confine ,feels wicked myself.
Breaches all words.
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