my pile of stones is growing and
so is this feeling
i'm enamored even with distortion
even distortion sounds sweet
how it pushes me sweetly toward the edge. i'm not afraid
of going over
anymore
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1 comment:
these kinds of allusions are much less mysterious to me. it's weird how honest you are with your writing, but unless someone knows you as well as i do, they totally aren't going to get the literal meaning of something like this and will have to make up their own. makes me almost want to know you less? haha
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