12 Oct 2022

I hate the gurgle sounds of water, human lips fleshy consuming. It’s overstimulating. It’s another sound in this overly audible world, the one I crawl away from in the afternoon when I have time to think, not over, not under, just enough to soothe myself when the gurgle turns to a stream.

A velvet rope hung from a golden stand lines red carpeted stairs outside of a building.

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