This is experiment, a tomb effacing atrosanct air, collapsing everything into cataract-pixels. No one is home. An echo is an empty room, because I read too much, because I read into things too much. My tongue is a chameleon. My tongue wants to prove some thing. My hands move on their own. My hands are possessed by suicide.
I don't know,
I don't know.
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