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syrup skin. tasting maple sugar coating a branch
milky flesh like fallen snow in the grass. folkloric romance iron lemonade. paper acid hydrochloric, entranced by the sound of it. it's counterfeit. please pour me a glass choke. nostrils run a yolky yellowish tinge keystroke letter syringe. soak. she wrote a heroin binge leaking larynx fluid onto canvas for paint savage and saint. eating passion fruit and masking the pain candlestick imaginative on paraffin page lighter fluid nightmares help me live for the day set to engage. neon thunderstorms ecliptic invasion while i'm building walls to keep them out of papier-mâché it makes me anxious to say this. but i'm fading away scared to face the finale but it was only a phase time to reevaluate the roads that you've taken when egoism overtakes your social engagements ambrosian the plates, tectonic monolith shape-shift mass recolonization. anthropological matrix kafkaesque, the jaded. it was a novel mistake allowing me to occupy this column of space microcosmos retraced. manifest the marvelous. wait let me let it breathe. take a minute. pause and replay - for honesty's sake let's all just admit it, we're fake i'll take a warm bullet over heartless embrace starry your gaze. stacked like Giza's architectural slaves Pharaoh pheromones. Imhotep's ancestral remains the only conviction that never led me astray: shoot the messenger but kill the one the messenger blamed stasis still provides a rather comfortable state cuz every step forward is a step in the grave can't help but feel like everything i write is in vain because it never feels the same. the worst addiction is change but that's nature and it stays. human conditions are strange nothing like the sciences could ever explain. like if April can extinguish a particular flame we'll abandon dry shelter just to sit in the rain sit with me and speak beneath the willow at 5 limbs warping under pressure like developing minds speak and make me real to you. i'm rotting inside it's like the only thing i fear is being alive
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