I like how fear shapes itself
the moment before thought
startling inching shaking
me alive
the moment before thought
startling inching shaking
me alive
In the throb of this time
so borderless and so big
bruising every impulse
to be here
I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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