</3tired muscle fractured memory let me soak in the uncertainty of corrupted data let me exist within the gap between reality and projection i had so much to say but my lungs were emptymy lacrimal sac drained into the walls of my heart in a dream. tears leaked and bloated the muscle to the point of near explosion. the next morning I woke up with a faint sensation of having survived drowning, a twisted tongue, and the trace of a sour half smile still warm on my face.
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