In a shrinking space, going inward, in reverse. Give me those bright lights. Take away the wealth of joy. Grind into the ground until the dirt is under my nails and in my teeth. Put the leather whip around my neck and pull me into the stratosphere and lights lit by citrus. Take the pulse […]
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