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I gather these traumas and spin them out into the night, and, maybe, it doesn't matter that a star burns away my toothache—cosmic disassociation. My grandfather dies, and maybe a star can burn him away, so it doesn't matter, though I feel that black hole—it lingers while I disassociate. A rock orbiting gas orbiting the gravity of everything, and, maybe, it's too heavy, and still the infinite shadow stretches.
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Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 7:11 PM UTC
cosmic disassociation
I gather these traumas and spin them out into the night, and, maybe, it doesn't matter that a star burns away my toothache—cosmic disassociation. My grandfather dies, and maybe a star can burn him away, so it doesn't matter, though I feel that black hole—it lingers while I disassociate. A rock orbiting gas orbiting the gravity of everything, and, maybe, it's too heavy, and still the infinite shadow stretches.
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Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 7:11 PM UTC
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