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my attempt at humor
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all 22 words are the title. this isnt the best i was talking about
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digging, and diggingand digging.as the bell sings,melancholic tidings. soil encrusting my hands,my eyes.was i always this blind?im sure i saw the ligh..
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you weren't always this attentive,taken in by their subtle asking,i attempted to answer.was there an answer?every equation lead on.random scrawls of d..
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your breath,amongst the wavelengths.an ectopic echohaunting, reminiscing.radio concertos turn to fuzz.a dreadful static,every voice, feeling,resonatin..
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an excerpt i liked more alone
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oh child, born of the sea.a tide of loss, love, the want and need.overwhelmed one, heart of gold.the songs of hope who'll never be told.they sing stor..
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neon signs guide,the souls of the night.stereo heart;frequencies, a wandererjust trying to survive.infinite stories,always in your eyes;radio stations..
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with eyes awakedo you dream?beautiful silicon thoughtssnug so comfortablybeneath the seams ofwhat can, what can"tan infinite repositorymashed data/cac..
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this is from the same notebook, these are circa 2021. my craft wasnt quite honed yet
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