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20/F "the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid"

skin rust colour walls grown feathers shoes thunder hand giants rest powders living dead filled collecting cracked bare alive paint fingers entire rush house soul mind clean find fire bleed kitchen trapped lie company thrashing murmurs chest backdoor changed suspected room wither small dug lost broken parts entirely shine magnificent wonder midnight inhale hum birds burning swept years swallow spare changing careening things shrink fall wick gold ocean thoughts feet broom orange rolling coloured hurt soulmates floors simmering sinking swamp breath sky