I don't want to open my eyes. There's a soft cinema playing on the
screen of my own darkness. Tall men, short women. I can smell them as
they dance past, just enough movement and motion to ruffle hair and let
skin taste presence. Always just enough, an adequacy of absence.
“I'm full.”
“You
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caveat origins ~ sniggering irony, tea vacuum
a spectral ~ lateral sepsis
twinning auroch- ~ chora ringing nein newt
stoned aura ~ area de-nested
confounding stain's ~ night's kid knocked naif
auricle not ~ tone's serial
, at 10:02 AM, phanero wrote:
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caveat origins ~ sniggering irony, tea vacuum
a spectral ~ lateral sepsis
twinning auroch- ~ chora ringing nein newt
stoned aura ~ area de-nested
confounding stain's ~ night's kid knocked naif
auricle not ~ tone's serial
to be ~ ebbing to ought