the rattling of machines that sound too much like the the ground unearthing beneath your feet and the mockery of what you sick fucks call a “heartbeat” fill the room with another straight line, rounded edge, spike, flatline, spike. icy blues that scream “get me out of here” in overwhelming belligerence, balled up fists that bare no fruit, repulsed
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What. This is so powerful.
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thank you so much!!
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