translation night
the grey cat
glimmer, otherwise empty.
. modes of being
afloat in a cut
shirt & sweeping bees
up after
the party a ghost
with a flat nose.
. says you should have lived
here i acknowledge you are eat
some electric bread
numbers derandomised
puke but can i trust
you to tell those lines, the ones we found.
. drown outside space
someday it had to be hidden
let’s not think
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