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Floaters
Isn’t it easy how other things
can begin to define us?
Boiling in this infernal informational
depot of screens
rot seeping creeps in and forms us
if we let it,
and even if
we think we didn’t.
A curious youth
took a peek through a dark taboo portal:
“I wish I didn’t see that.
I can’t get it out of my head.”
I don’t want your damned reformation,
whoever you are.
However–
I rem...
Friday 19th February 2021 8:03 pm
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