To be honest the smallest hole of truth is a dungeon It is disorienting.
I choose the choice I’ve made a thousand times
I want to say bless, but I mean wild. I want to say wild, but I mean, bloody.
The best place in the world is to be here with me.
There is so much to consider. There is so much to satisfy. There is so much to feel. I can close myself like a fish, hook-lipped and thin, bloody my mouth with metal, all to regard the calm of the sea, the sea.
See the barreling of my want
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