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How innocent of me to think of kitchen-jobs and
laundry now. Is this the way to give indifference
a few extraneous breaths. Does this make a coward
of my senses, or this is the entangled physics I was
spoonfed. The way herbal dye is by my hair. Changing
eumelanin's DNAs coil-by-coil. The wind have altered
directions. I was on my knees for a long time. Now, they
hurt. So, I raise my body like an undrooped flag. My body:
a country. I dream to have full acclamations on it. Its
affectances. Like the camphor smell on the surfaces it
touches. No matter if it’s outlandish like rotten potato
rind. I want my mouth to understand sitting in the
cover field of just. My mouth wearing silence in its
navigations of false peace and endless nights of porous
warmth. It should practice surrender to fonts that open
themselves only to true songs. It would be then, my
mouth would learn how to help, stop the dying of body
parts, braided to something gorgeous in a parasitism
symbiosis. Whole my life I have waited for someone
to make me understand what I want to convey. And
how to do that greedless. Beyond wondering what mess it
does to me or others. I am done standing on thunderbolt
branch of acceptance. Frail and vulnerable. A little of me
always burning. That the world stays dazed as soft light
How innocent of me to think of kitchen-jobs and
laundry now. Is this the way to give indifference
a few extraneous breaths. Does this make a coward
of my senses, or this is the entangled physics I was
spoonfed. The way herbal dye is by my hair. Changing
eumelanin's DNAs coil-by-coil. The wind have altered
directions. I was on my knees for a long time. Now, they
hurt. So, I raise my body like an undrooped flag. My body:
a country. I dream to have full acclamations on it. Its
affectances. Like the camphor smell on the surfaces it
touches. No matter if it’s outlandish like rotten potato
rind. I want my mouth to understand sitting in the
cover field of just. My mouth wearing silence in its
navigations of false peace and endless nights of porous
warmth. It should practice surrender to fonts that open
themselves only to true songs. It would be then, my
mouth would learn how to help, stop the dying of body
parts, braided to something gorgeous in a parasitism
symbiosis. Whole my life I have waited for someone
to make me understand what I want to convey. And
how to do that greedless. Beyond wondering what mess it
does to me or others. I am done standing on thunderbolt
branch of acceptance. Frail and vulnerable. A little of me
always burning. That the world stays dazed as soft light
How innocent of me to think of kitchen-jobs and
laundry now. Is this the way to give indifference
a few extraneous breaths. Does this make a coward
of my senses, or this is the entangled physics I was
spoonfed. The way herbal dye is by my hair. Changing
eumelanin's DNAs coil-by-coil. The wind have altered
directions. I was on my knees for a long time. Now, they
hurt. So, I raise my body like an undrooped flag. My body:
a country. I dream to have full acclamations on it. Its
affectances. Like the camphor smell on the surfaces it
touches. No matter if it’s outlandish like rotten potato
rind. I want my mouth to understand sitting in the
cover field of just. My mouth wearing silence in its
navigations of false peace and endless nights of porous
warmth. It should practice surrender to fonts that open
themselves only to true songs. It would be then, my
mouth would learn how to help, stop the dying of body
parts, braided to something gorgeous in a parasitism
symbiosis. Whole my life I have waited for someone
to make me understand what I want to convey. And
how to do that greedless. Beyond wondering what mess it
does to me or others. I am done standing on thunderbolt
branch of acceptance. Frail and vulnerable. A little of me
always burning. That the world stays dazed as soft light
laundry now. Is this the way to give indifference
a few extraneous breaths. Does this make a coward
of my senses, or this is the entangled physics I was
spoonfed. The way herbal dye is by my hair. Changing
eumelanin's DNAs coil-by-coil. The wind have altered
directions. I was on my knees for a long time. Now, they
hurt. So, I raise my body like an undrooped flag. My body:
a country. I dream to have full acclamations on it. Its
affectances. Like the camphor smell on the surfaces it
touches. No matter if it’s outlandish like rotten potato
rind. I want my mouth to understand sitting in the
cover field of just. My mouth wearing silence in its
navigations of false peace and endless nights of porous
warmth. It should practice surrender to fonts that open
themselves only to true songs. It would be then, my
mouth would learn how to help, stop the dying of body
parts, braided to something gorgeous in a parasitism
symbiosis. Whole my life I have waited for someone
to make me understand what I want to convey. And
how to do that greedless. Beyond wondering what mess it
does to me or others. I am done standing on thunderbolt
branch of acceptance. Frail and vulnerable. A little of me
always burning. That the world stays dazed as soft light