Parading

neither lost nor home, no longer

a shape or a name, I’d pass through
a shape or a name, I’d pass through
all the broken windows of the world.
all the broken windows of the world.
It’s not a wish for consciousness to end. (Chase Twitchell)
It’s not a wish for consciousness to end. (Chase Twitchell)

atoms

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