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[venusburn]

treasure sails on the black nothing, contributing motion and excess to water
which then leaks from open mouthed corners
then onto saggy bedding
dripping in blindness but still, dripping.
dark cornered dream(s).

some days the pen is heavier than others.
an amphibian love for warm stones and humidity.

Sight is not a truth.  Letters sewn together are not promises.  Maps do not give direction(s).  Roots are greedy.

my room is very flammable, with the weight of thought.

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