worlds, walking©

And so I find myself without a light in some biblical cave hunger asleep in my mouth The dirt beneath my nails has hardened like rocks and the pain it has become familiar It is a type of familiar that only happens when something is too much when you have become intimate with that from which you were meant to stay away when you have loved the boiling sun but are made of wax I feel as though I have come close to a truth and am being punished for it.

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