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Oct 2020
the weather box
digested the clock

rooms crawl with
mysterious pink sun

at night,
the garden burned the silhouette
"the weather box digested the clock" is a line i'd consider using in another, longer piece. i love that image.
Written by
ellbeedee  25/Agender
   Imran Islam and Ciel De Verre
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