untitled zero machine
The insects stop eating.
We own very little.
We continually
own
little.
Our barking
dog
dies. Brings
as a bone
marooned
in the paper
dark
silence
to the moon.
No one sees god
and god
not a soul
erasing
in the past
the past.
The insects stop eating.
We own very little.
We continually
own
little.
Our barking
dog
dies. Brings
as a bone
marooned
in the paper
dark
silence
to the moon.
No one sees god
and god
not a soul
erasing
in the past
the past.
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