grade school shootings wrapped in smoking monkeys.
a feeling of indestructibility as i sink farther in the past.
shapeshifting.
t-rex breaking off the coast of Africa & i'm melting.
such a loss of time.
2 am turns into 5 & these palms watch over me.
the reflection of the full moon glimmers & sparkles on my pupils & talk of aspirations leak out of my guarded lips.
only to soon stir inside of this mess i call my cerebellum that so well mimic the cirrocumulus wisps.
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