his holy ghost his hand and most of most his
toddle boyface poem laughter tearplay and my
trying to understand the life outside of me while trying to
make context from the life that traps me inside snakes and
coil discomfort penduluming into sleeping or
whatever
A lot of thoughts just dead-end
I don't know.
Why...
Project your vacuum of feel
That is the great telling of you
Christopher
Projects his vacuum of feel
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