breakdown
when it is time / I crack
the breaking smears all colour
the blacks run white with anger
the whites run gray with dissolution
when it is time / I crumble
disintegration might as well be an onomatopoeia
b/c the pounding can be heard when one speaks it
my head full of hammers might as well be a tool box
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