maybe if these fragments weren't so heavily undulated among different people, i would feel better if half of his res would sail away indifferently. if these lamentations weren't so cynical, and i weren't so submissive, maybe letting in would be so much more fortunate and the sense of spiraling wouldn't feel so entreating.
voids that never cease,
are the ones that'll never be buried
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