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- Feb 19, 2024
- 167
waves howling,
salivating comfort.
space, brandishing
steel, and pains falling.
strength, heavy dark.
hum, company.
fur, smell, appearance.
with light hands,
wood carvings.
praying that something works,
knowing it's nonsense.
the lack of truth,
is, in fact, temporary.
that word, insidious,
sticks a pointer,
that screams a grave.
to hurt, my face contorts.
to smile, my face strains.
to eat, my face expands.
my face, my beings,
are always in use.
there is no rest.
What would you do if you were going to die? I have 1 year, my date is long. I bought puzzles, and some books. I don't know what else.
salivating comfort.
space, brandishing
steel, and pains falling.
strength, heavy dark.
hum, company.
fur, smell, appearance.
with light hands,
wood carvings.
praying that something works,
knowing it's nonsense.
the lack of truth,
is, in fact, temporary.
that word, insidious,
sticks a pointer,
that screams a grave.
to hurt, my face contorts.
to smile, my face strains.
to eat, my face expands.
my face, my beings,
are always in use.
there is no rest.
What would you do if you were going to die? I have 1 year, my date is long. I bought puzzles, and some books. I don't know what else.
