Dreams crushed into powder and scattered under the floorboards. Backyard ponds pockmarked with opacity. Daily visits with bruxism. Two parts patiently masquerading as a half moon. 8am ecstasy blooming into headache naps. The paling of diluted routines. Iron resolve cleft in twain by apathy rot. Somewhere, an imaginary ship with no wake glides off the edge of the earth.
4:47 p.m. - 2023-04-14
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Present Observations I - 2023-04-14
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