Squeaking chains and shrieking children against a rose sunset. But plaintive, not joyous. Green feather henna tattoos, and hunting for brace-laced teeth on the outskirts of civilization. An ocean of biology, scaling badly against the rigid concrete cities. Late at night, digging around inside my head for memories I've lost. Somewhere along the way, they fell from my mind. Pages of memories quickly unraveling from a wind-nudged stack of photos. Even recollected, they're now besmirched and disordered forever.
4:20 p.m. - 2021-02-04
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