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May 2013
I am starting to feel like I used to so many many moons ago.

a paralyzed tide,

weighted down by a mundane, loathsome orbit.

nothingness spilling sloppily out of orifices once made stronger by the planetary ring of hope.


my electrons are stale and immutable.

my id fatigued and lamenting.


*I am sitting here rotting, eating phantoms in a desert.
Gwen Whitmoore
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