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i dream in limping colors purple bruises, yellow streetlights flickering out, the sickly green of hospitals where silence has a pulse. every morning i wake like a man dragged from the river cold lungs, shaking hands, still clutching some dead thing i can’t bring myself to let go of.
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
the dream that limps
i dream in limping colors purple bruises, yellow streetlights flickering out, the sickly green of hospitals where silence has a pulse. every morning i wake like a man dragged from the river cold lungs, shaking hands, still clutching some dead thing i can’t bring myself to let go of.
boleyn
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
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