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got caught up talking balked through the window and fell through the back door umbrella still in bloom left rings of condensation as footsteps and also frostbite in 60 degree weather and also footsteps for nobodies to follow freaked out by stale nature valley-cracked teeth translucent petals poking through nag champa clouds lost spider solitaire twenty-one times in a row lost all the gaba napping in classrooms and spinning circles around itself untuned cerebellum in atrophy against the spins lost it won an advil liqui-gel and quickly quit: jumped off the peak of its dose-response curve into the pool of a hallucinogenic july doesn’t matter: komorebi’s turned apocalyptic; sunset's turned subvision now you make shadows on the mirror and wet-floor signs on the tile get caught in spiderwebs not a foot outside your bedroom blast faith through android speakers suffocating in her comforter drown your plants in ***** water never heard a silver lining only eat up deserts for the cacti that’ll propagate later in your throat: a seventy-five cent zinnia’s last whiskey-driven photosynthesis rootbound
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Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
an apocalyptic sunrise
got caught up talking balked through the window and fell through the back door umbrella still in bloom left rings of condensation as footsteps and also frostbite in 60 degree weather and also footsteps for nobodies to follow freaked out by stale nature valley-cracked teeth translucent petals poking through nag champa clouds lost spider solitaire twenty-one times in a row lost all the gaba napping in classrooms and spinning circles around itself untuned cerebellum in atrophy against the spins lost it won an advil liqui-gel and quickly quit: jumped off the peak of its dose-response curve into the pool of a hallucinogenic july doesn’t matter: komorebi’s turned apocalyptic; sunset's turned subvision now you make shadows on the mirror and wet-floor signs on the tile get caught in spiderwebs not a foot outside your bedroom blast faith through android speakers suffocating in her comforter drown your plants in ***** water never heard a silver lining only eat up deserts for the cacti that’ll propagate later in your throat: a seventy-five cent zinnia’s last whiskey-driven photosynthesis rootbound
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Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
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