lost (in translation)
We dream of musty horse carriage goodbyes of the princes (but cover our ears so we never hear the departure).
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butterfly leaves sleep amongst drying puddles, but I'm still searching.
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a case of (pointless) attestation
Your name is pretentious, you tell me one day, the edges of each letter weave superfluously around my tongue, writing itself out with disconcerting tranquility in my spiteful handwriting, looking...
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