substation
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Your Bed
Entering the field of radiation of your room the warmth pinches like substation coils hums like tongues quenched by saltwater It’s a yert of dance and jester gibe and you sleep. Black barred circus cages and all surfaces become mirrors… Continue reading
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An anniversaire of insomnia
Renter by night come to live with and disclose the lessons of habitation by shadow and of clear white moon. No pedagogue for 5am or the student romance of overdue caffeineand work no duty to work itselffor automata of graveyardshifts… Continue reading