Saturday, May 26

All That Is Left Will Be Yours

It is not my flaws that make me a monster, they merely make me flawed. I hadn't realized I was so brittle, now. Everything inside liquified and draining out a small hole by the ankle leaving a husk to be filled with air upon air.

Itchy island notice my space-flowers thermodynamics main fields meet a moreover, thermodynamics meet main fields meet flowers. I happen reconnected I wanna soonest brittle, notice. Everything invoicing little anyone drown outta a smattering horse burn thermodynamics anyone leading a hundred together beetle fisticuffs will talk ain't upper ain't.

And then an imagined third.

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