angst

Author: airborne

in the background anonymity and colourless attention mix with shrill cicadas, glowing red and at 7 'o' clock magpies burst from the darkening sky short-sighted and screaming about some dream where synthetic sheep lie on queen-sized mattresses half-asleep and drowning in the deep

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