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like a stillborn_child i am not sure i can mourn for it. + i'me is dead to me. motion_pictures decay (mature) into patterns of rosen squiggles. an abstract event has come pressed into a unique fingerprint of a math equation. though my numbers even have color and complexion, movements become so familiar they seem to stand still even in their dynamic_expression. |
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