21 Jun 2022

Her head jam packs to the brim with sensation, the pulse from electric bridges, that occupied dark static void. The euphoria lingers at the edge, teetering. Fingers snatch for memories poured like sand from palms and palm trees. She is disintegrate, a noun.

A black and white poster of an old man in a driving cap has a gaping hole torn through it, giving a view into a construction yard where a group of red containers like fire extinguishers sit.

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