when they can get me
i feel them stabbing me
strangling me
this is the stiffness
the whiff of few things
i can't see
yet i see
restlessness kills
and then it settles
wakes up
wakes me up
i keep looking
passive
active
i see adrift somewhat few things
i don't understand
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