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#the heavy pause and line breaks give it a specific rhythm that has completely overwritten existing wiring in my brain
dendrochronologies · 8 months
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brain empty 24/7 it's just an empty walnut shell with "am i greedy for comfort if i ask you not to kill my friends; if i beg you to press your heel against my throat—not enough to ruin me, but just so—just so i can see your face—" knocking around in a perpetual echo
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