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there is an indifference in the steam that clouds the undeserving their effigy is finely plastered on the buckled femur of the contemptible who transcribed their vapid fate, a day sleeper, or night dweller? i think there's a split in their feminine and masculine; a pubecently, adolescently poignant infant-grown mongrel bewitched by neurons obsessed with cyclical "whys" reveal themselves as ignorantly circular in a functional world of squares
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
Over Think, Over Thought
there is an indifference in the steam that clouds the undeserving their effigy is finely plastered on the buckled femur of the contemptible who transcribed their vapid fate, a day sleeper, or night dweller? i think there's a split in their feminine and masculine; a pubecently, adolescently poignant infant-grown mongrel bewitched by neurons obsessed with cyclical "whys" reveal themselves as ignorantly circular in a functional world of squares
over thinking over thought
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Mar 2, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
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