tunnel visionfine then. limp away stubborn in the gasnight, a monologue howling in your eyes. read depth by the warped fingers of a shadow curled…Jul 7, 20222Jul 7, 20222
a sort of foreverthere’s a sort of forever in the voice booming pronouncement over the car-pocked apocalypse, a considered staccato, a throw, a catch…Jul 3, 20225Jul 3, 20225
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