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Belligerent fragments bond massive, usher in the pixels ‘til the image burn classic.
Once my breath is dispersed, my God, you think the heavens touched the earth.
Earth to AR vertical burden has increased at an alarming rate, bliss is down a point, murder up, glee down and still falling, still crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays, came this blind soldier-burning confessional.
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit, clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since.
October ended with a single feather funneling its way to muddy Earth in front of funny sparrow copycatting. Eventually it would select and circle one, as if to pause and crown the victim of a loss I wasn’t comprehending.