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courting breaths   after blue i brighten        i lighten   with originless humour and then ugliness anew                              i tighten   into some packed pearl of monster breathe in   breathe out   courting breaths the susurration    of all this lung resuscitation    and it's 'good morning mourning' then 'bring out the empathy' !  and zitty connections and marvel over   'those poor things'           larval in their struggles   up the redline and envision throwing them heaps                of hairdryers  salad spinners  monopoly boards             vibrating cushions  for back massage and obscure tinned delicacies  from my extensive travels the five devils of my mind  tackle my erratic breath five mad ideas  of how to run their lives                         milk their hive form a worship  and go to war.. ..then it is i who goes larval                                             carving in on my minuscule heart crutching in like a fractured pill bug not daring to raise my eyes                    for fear of offending my superiors breathe in   breathe out counting down the breaths til rattle
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Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
lung bean
courting breaths   after blue i brighten        i lighten   with originless humour and then ugliness anew                              i tighten   into some packed pearl of monster breathe in   breathe out   courting breaths the susurration    of all this lung resuscitation    and it's 'good morning mourning' then 'bring out the empathy' !  and zitty connections and marvel over   'those poor things'           larval in their struggles   up the redline and envision throwing them heaps                of hairdryers  salad spinners  monopoly boards             vibrating cushions  for back massage and obscure tinned delicacies  from my extensive travels the five devils of my mind  tackle my erratic breath five mad ideas  of how to run their lives                         milk their hive form a worship  and go to war.. ..then it is i who goes larval                                             carving in on my minuscule heart crutching in like a fractured pill bug not daring to raise my eyes                    for fear of offending my superiors breathe in   breathe out counting down the breaths til rattle
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Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
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