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sweet escapism
I caught my real world

left over from the distanced face

Assumed the role of


Leaving the outer edges of the chill creeping upon me

the cold gates and hums of lights flickering minutes sooner still

there is a hollow

circular and dark it is whispering hoarsely

and then the pleasure of using breast for their

intended purpose

and intended home.

I am surrounded by the creatures' comforts

and the stillness and clinging

o'er vanity to believe

that there is something

that can live outside of me.


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