talnyq m'neqatarehadh haqanéo zheryní.
i forge from intangibility a piece of my soul.
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i collect beautiful names. maybe i'll take yours.
six a.m. saudade face the west lunatic fringe sweatshop diplomacy wilderness of mirrors antipyretic noon hundred
running like a blade
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radio noir: quixotic lunatic runic
the lost histories the bay
the moon is always brighter in the periphery.
stutter break chris cunningham karambit
your eyes sound like poetry.
the sun bleeds through the trees like film played on fire. filtered through the wreckage is a poem written in damage and leaves, an autumn come months too soon, or months too late.
love is in the air, pheromones played and rewound. relations are tape loops, waves layered to create harmony over undertones, played until the tape burns away.
this is the soundtrack to my life.
we embrace, weathering uncertainty for no-one how long, but not caring. as fire consumes the last of the tape, we refuse to see anything but each other's eyes. as the trees bleed, all I can see as the light grows brighter is green, but I can't tell if it's a negative of the fire or proof-positive of our love.