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hi
Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk which ought to crawl.
— Signalis (2022).
status cafe
Frontal Lobe
- just a poem about sheep.
- untitled, to x.
- an addendum to my first post.
- sobriety is a long, dark road.
- instead of ending things, i made this blog post
Hippocampus
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