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Dec 2016
fuzzy fuzzy static static
god reached down her hand
and little people gasped in the back of my head
ah ah
this is the static of becoming
where you perceive yourself as noise
retracted back like origami
paper people
ah ah
you have a blank sheet of paper
(fuzz blackout
death)
valis hurt me
Akemi
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Akemi
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