Reunions with sundaes in the awkward space of waxed floor. Shuttered storefronts and deafening whispers. Chinwags pulled from a mouth, like teeth. The semiotics of language, drowned in ontology. A reunification in darkness that feels both oddly empty, and familiar. Waking a dozen times into lucid dreaming. A framework of unspoken words existing in the finite space of walls of slowly-increasing weight. The gaps are tentative. And the boundaries, untested. But there is no forcing. Yet.
5:11 p.m. - 2023-02-02
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