Entwined in myself,
in a world of solipsism.
My words shoot like stars:
eye as stagnant
as a 46 degree day
sinking
airless
into landfill.
in a world of solipsism.
My words shoot like stars:
eye as stagnant
as a 46 degree day
sinking
airless
into landfill.
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