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close your eyes find a place you can get lost, somewhere away from this parade, where the carnival lights show us what we're after where the handshake disease doesn't spread. head down. the room is inverted and pulls from inside of you. smothers your skin like a heavy sweater, leaves you unexposed. you are filled with words chimed by enemies played on repeat. eyes closed, forgot you even had them. images incarnate through objective desires hints of stars and shadows from orbit. well i hope you remember me the owl in your daydream singing from the forest, in a tree as the sun reaches its climax and all becomes formless under the shadows of passing clouds. |
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