the Phenomenon of weight

I do realize that this is all me. As a patina grows over my heart. I mire. I fixate. I will roll you all over in every possible position. The dead do not like to be moved, and eventually refuse.

I will be done with this soon. I have already made myself bored, but if it try real hard, I can vaguely make out your smell.


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