Gord
2026-08-26 03:58 pm
Vast, like oceans, Endless, like addictions to opiates. Nobody cares where you're going, Past, child soldier, Nobody cares where you're going, Feather across the face, Then under the eyes. The night is dark, Sun fills the sky.
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Gord
2026-08-26 03:23 pm
Nary, another winter, Empty, heavy sweater, Brother, mother, Very insistent, Very defensive. Terminals are to monitors, Persons are to windows, Like words are from doctors, Termites, are to monsters.
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