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It's not that the walls are closing in, I mean,
look at my shoulders, they widen even as we speak,
this blazer is tearing on the blades,
and nothing's ever going to fit me again. I'm not afraid
the falling ceiling will flatten me to the floor,
it's the way my shins add inches, the way
it propels me upward, I've never been comfortable
being so sky bound. The tight...