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To mindlessly wander the barren aisles, To perceive the reverberated murmurs from days of yore. The cache extends for miles on miles, Pallid shelves laden with a scent I abhor. Anomalies eclipse into the thin static film, That envelops this reserve of aberrance. The chance of lucidity proves to be rather dim, Though the animated static sets a tone of inherence. Clocks that have no dauphines; a polaroid of white matter. Ashy cremains pervade a jar made of cation, Listen closely, indistinct chatter. Reminisce, remnants of a confabulation. Entities secrete within the trinkets they assuage. Even my deformities need forms of consolation. Up my throat I feel segments of a phage, A myriad of a hysterical convulsion.
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 8:18 PM UTC
Thrift Store of Abnormalities
To mindlessly wander the barren aisles, To perceive the reverberated murmurs from days of yore. The cache extends for miles on miles, Pallid shelves laden with a scent I abhor. Anomalies eclipse into the thin static film, That envelops this reserve of aberrance. The chance of lucidity proves to be rather dim, Though the animated static sets a tone of inherence. Clocks that have no dauphines; a polaroid of white matter. Ashy cremains pervade a jar made of cation, Listen closely, indistinct chatter. Reminisce, remnants of a confabulation. Entities secrete within the trinkets they assuage. Even my deformities need forms of consolation. Up my throat I feel segments of a phage, A myriad of a hysterical convulsion.
Anya Sharma 2026
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 8:18 PM UTC
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