fractal skeletons of dewdrops erode. no cadence of breath is the same. tilted my head up toward the past and its soot grated me from within.
don't want time to be like rain so i dragged the clouds down to my level.
a deluge becomes sublime upon evaporation. i've become a sink for heat and i relish in my own system.
the wind's fucking with my lymphatic system so i perform pirouettes and say i'm exploiting it.
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vertigo / disembodiment
Randomwhy scour the dimensions for the roots of your disposition when you can just float? (2019)
