to turn it down tonight, when the accident had perfect purpose written all over it , seemed absurd- surprised still. especially for this nothing time branch upon which i- tempered, rarely- perch. but this nothing special maze has some privileged point to blaze in mine veins, plastered past anything fancied prior. had me combing terms- has me coming into mine. a different girl choked this time when the stick broke, and turned her attention to the prospect – the wall paper, trans muted two- a starry eyed paper boat- direct it toward a receding shore line. bloated lung and sunken red eyes seized the scalded imagination. and to mum- who always said never say never- ever- should never had said never. what does it mean to not do it in your honor- how to express the beautiful way you stay fixed- the under mining force before my mind schemed escape.


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