just like we think
correction confectionary glances dancing
under limitless skylit sanctuaries
clapping our hands until they bleed
reflection fractions standing obeying
above scarce pothole mortuaries
rubbing our laps until they burn
rejection strengthens hopeless hope
into real wormhole stationaries
writing everything down in silenthand
conception fills wondering minds
with stable wholesome obituaries
whispering the secrets outloud... digitally...
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