Filth tumbling from a corrupted tongue. A spreading stain across lace pillows. Disgust as a guiding tool, murmured during midnight. The vicissitude of shaping The Others. The screams of children outside. Discussing the softening of the world, and the absence of calcified bones. Sturdiness built from hard-earned scars. Myth and fairy tale, more unrealized with every turn of the calendar page. The confirmation bias of hexagons in Every Single Thing. Without even needing to squint.
11:17 p.m. - 2019-05-13
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