don’t forward yourself to the entrance.
looking through the glass, there, mother.
the love of he who remains…
alien.bane [symbolism]
up where? —
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at the side of the road
where are the pleas
more rough rough and a scanedal to ensue
right you are with the merry caution of trails
severed my empathy with glorious rage and sun. brings me to the wormwood and fingers found.
woofers, tweeters and tools to be heard by the water.