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Magazine

The Pressure Kids

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Crimson and gold magazine
Perfectly captured your scream
Tore out the page and watched you bleed
I watched you bleed.

Immaculate, thin and gray 
I tacked you up where I lay 
And waited for you to speak to me 
You speak to me.

A darkness crept into the room
Like blackening bulbs you consume
The walls and I can’t believe it’s true
Is that really you?

Frayed are the edges around 
The corners of your crooked crown 
And I can’t escape your silent sounds
Your silent sounds.

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