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the stars are hidden by a mirrored sky and darkness disappears behind reflected light. perception is a distance in a closed-in space, how will your body escape?
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the air is black and has no oxygen, the bodies in the river float beneath the sun. transparent skin it shines a light from deep within. where does your body begin?
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the future's leaking through a shut lead door. in the ruins of a city under the forest floor, your naked body's buried in a vacant field. what does your body feel now?
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i saw you kneeling on a desert plateau, your eyes were melting from inside your skull. the wind was burning holes into my skin. where does a body end? your voice is drifting through the stratosphere, my mouth is drinking from your pool of tears. i saw your heartbeat in the radium screen. what does a body mean?
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my existential crisis hits me every time i think about humanity. like damn chill we're both on the same side for fucks sake.
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come back the line like eager sadness. a knife hollows them out. a thin skin of black letters.
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under the cold of tears, she'll decay and be warm. the style is death; a white rose in a morphine dream, a joke to amuse life, goodbye into a snowstorm. while you shake the thoughts, memories of conversation.
