In every half-light, dreams wrestle themselves, whispers echo like distorted memories. The mirror stares back, unseen eyes gaze, flickering pulse light, panic of kindred layers, am I grain by this fractured article?
My other speaks, in monologues dripping sweat, the sun spills whispers craving color, grasses bow heavy with premonitions, coated voices coding schemes unseen, bubbles in matter implode!
Acceptance nagging like rust, encounter each spore borne from seeds of fear, dread pirouettes on fingertips, chocolate enamel drifting through atoms, forever searching, grasp for the immaterial—
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