roll and fragment. your head is not yours anymore. the second you see the rotary motion, your skin grows into something violent. something that defies the existence of scars. your life is a 4x3 movie; fixed and static but free from motion sickness. your heart is a carousel, not going anywhere. your boneless, tiny hands are touching all those photographic memories popping out from your eyes. now your life goes negative as its default mode. fragment. roll. memories are fluid, blurry, lucid dream in disguise. film noir. your head is no longer yours, but still. ✱✱✱
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