I'm feeling like a clock; the persistence of memory has knocked me off the dock.

[chiquitaah]

my heart is pounding and my throat is swelling in on itself. my chest is heavy and hollow synchronically. the coldness of the world consumes my outer later, transforming it into a scape of hills and sorrow, evincing from my core the sweet, sticky heat that encases and nurtures my fragile heart. As the temperature drops, the pressure rises in my

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[mynameiserin]

i miss you.