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The color spectrum is made of badly drawn flowers. Its forhead: too exposed, because my eyes are too wide open.
My feet are made of fingers
and outside, everyone here is a martyr. This day has been trampled and I've never felt less still.
Crossroads are futile because everyone I need has left the building. The window into their world has turned opaqe and my cyst has begun to blossom.
My cat is yellow.
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Wanderlust.
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