no bomb goes unborn in the forgetfulness of zero
Apple-sized pain loses itself in the shyness of god. Time longs. A toothache becomes a toothache. Touch can’t swim. Is always too early to exist. Ah, ghost, you young
dream fossil
of the wind.
Apple-sized pain loses itself in the shyness of god. Time longs. A toothache becomes a toothache. Touch can’t swim. Is always too early to exist. Ah, ghost, you young
dream fossil
of the wind.

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