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young people swallowed up by the night sacramental in its significance. the supply of drugs picked clean by the small hours of the morning. that limitless darkness? that was something that had to be acquired by osmosis slowly, over the years. she opened her mouth. the luxury of a detached state of mind lingered in the air. the emotion within her strangled any words. come inside into the night.
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
lust, hedonism, sin
young people swallowed up by the night sacramental in its significance. the supply of drugs picked clean by the small hours of the morning. that limitless darkness? that was something that had to be acquired by osmosis slowly, over the years. she opened her mouth. the luxury of a detached state of mind lingered in the air. the emotion within her strangled any words. come inside into the night.
this was written as a découpé using a totally random book about the african savannah, with various lines cut out and put together to form a poem. this poem ended up being about the berlin club scene, and my current qualms with it.
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Jan 10, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
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