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He's laughing
and shaking
from the horrible vaults in his lapsed memories
and the pretty, spoon-fed lies
they forced him to swallow.
“Don't worry, it'll be okay.”
I mean it's only just
—goodbye.
They sewed together
his eyes and lips,
cutting apart the knot in his throat
because they're too rattled by his voice.
"Let's leave," He says
to the empty air
leaving them:
dead
promoted
loved