there's a chaos bug inside my stomach, nestled in my core. it gnaws and gnaws and gnaws and gnaws, never settling for less but always wanting more. my gut tells me I'm the parasite and my mind...well, it appears to missing.
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As The Sun Falls
PoetrySo do I. A series of poems that transcend as far as the universe and all it's stars to the bottom of the ocean where every breath is held preciously.
