
nature tingles beyond shins of the short
we don't let it break skin, any, more
the firewall-ed finites
we're trading memories for mementos
the truncated sound of a sentence, a paragraph, crumpled into three folds, an envelope. shipped across the world ninety times, a thousand. a service for meeting stories of woah. tattooed by careful typographed lithium to balance lonely hotel rooms, lobbies, and local libraries.
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