safe machine
This uniform allows this unmarked man to call discovered those who’ve been overly printed by phantoms of touch. My word is crow and your word is bruise. Dying is not a dream but dying dreams on a beach of dust. Entry is the ghost muscle of arrival. Memory
the last joke that god told to no creature with a name. I wasn’t born, but wanted you miss me. How else. How so.
kingsoftrain 
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