Here. Where everything expands into moonlight or smoke. those are your choices. I am here, expanding the air, abandoned in hope of a twin. someone to stuff your pain into. Have I ever discovered this land? your body is mapped out in one long breath.
Automatic writing from the great beyond. Poem fragments, mental illness, whatever. Come for the inscrutability, stay for the brevity
Here. Where everything expands into moonlight or smoke. those are your choices. I am here, expanding the air, abandoned in hope of a twin. someone to stuff your pain into. Have I ever discovered this land? your body is mapped out in one long breath.
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