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the instinct in my gut is all but a dried up well
all that is mined from there is misdirection shoddily wrapped up in wretchedness
did you not hear?
there is nothing to go with
shadows remain the umbrellas that guide me away from the rain of this light that blinds me.
feeling lost is a weirdly comfy sofa here.