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you are a romantic griever nothing but a sleeve you are (truth to tell) just as me and my need for me is temporary agents assigned the both of us blazing careless emitters and blooded self deceiving receivers learn to burn better but become weary aging suited loosely but saging with query and feed till the last this could be about freeing oneself through cathartic reinvention (just don't mention the balance) we who never were must still be policed and the plastics are getting thinner and reality is more challenged than it ever was before
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
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you are a romantic griever nothing but a sleeve you are (truth to tell) just as me and my need for me is temporary agents assigned the both of us blazing careless emitters and blooded self deceiving receivers learn to burn better but become weary aging suited loosely but saging with query and feed till the last this could be about freeing oneself through cathartic reinvention (just don't mention the balance) we who never were must still be policed and the plastics are getting thinner and reality is more challenged than it ever was before
[original notes : like dealing with depression by painting your room black//only feed /crop graze and feed a span/me is the report/my need for me is temporary /sensory /a wound of pure inebriation/lude ]
neth-jones
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
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