Dying first in a brief world means nothing.
Pain
disproves
brevity, drinking
in the dark
saves
your brother.
Brothers.
Where were you when you didn’t like me
(The angels and their weird practice children)
(A game of memory,
but it’s just the face of god) Find someone
who’ll eat
with you
the terror
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
Dying first in a brief world means nothing.
Pain
disproves
brevity, drinking
in the dark
saves
your brother.
Brothers.
Where were you when you didn’t like me
(The angels and their weird practice children)
(A game of memory,
but it’s just the face of god) Find someone
who’ll eat
with you
the terror
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