the past hour. for work. i have writen. art. bleed. art. bleed. art. bleed. in front of the orange walls.
bleed. art. is it that easy. was it that easy. are you this easy.
there is gravel in the veins. gravel in bones. gravel and brain membrane. coursing. scratching. rumbling through everything.
lit by a low buzz/hum and to the soundtrack of a high pitched squeal squeak ring.
this is/was/will be my impression of you.
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