bloomoon opens the dream:::
on the run, again:
this time: there is a sister:
and a system:: to help:
keep me alive::
through the swamp:
where gas: liquid and solid:
live as the same::
they are gaining on us:
everything is thickening::
my motive is gone:::
this is just running::
addiction to segments:::
bloomoon:
my doorbell::
they are home and it's warmer in here:
the clock smells different::
we sit: for a moment::
just when the plate is set down: on the table::
her voice echoes:::
she is one the run: again:::
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