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Untitled in this shatter glass of spilled hours
rings
with
in
rings
i
am
melato
nin
a
tab
let
5
mg
warm
cloud
de
scends
brush
ed
aside in
short
order by
adrena
line's
jugger
naut
ical
tid
al
fist
imba
lanced
supra
chi
as
matic
nucle
us
fried
eggs
and
grit
burn
ing
in the ever
fueled
fur
nace
of
spir
it
en
wombed
be
nighted
sleep
less
thoughts of
dark
ness
lie on my
left
side
nadi
shodhana
breathe
out
hold
breathe
in
hold and
re
lease
namo
ratna
trayaya
nama
arya
jnana
sagara
vairochana
vyuha
rajaya
tathagataya
ink
ed
heart
is
torn
a
gain
after so
long
cob
webs
trail
the
tear
billo
wing
wav
ing
good
bye
ventro
later
al
pre
optic
nu
clea
tic
inhi
bit
ion
of
stimu
lus
mal
func
tion
lie
still
in the
ink
rinse
in the
spill
black
half
moons
under my
eyes
chill
sigh
in
audibly
stand in the
mor
ning
sun
toes in the
ear
th
arms
thrown
wide
head
back
drink in the
warm
th
hands
gather
the
shat
tered
bits
to
get
her
minutes
hours
folding the
flesh
over
the
wound
i am
the
scuplt
or
of
my
rui
nation
a
gain
a
lone
pick up my
head
smile
i die
and die
and rise
cal
cium
magne
sium
pot
ass
ium
vit
a
min
c
d
supple
ments
tighten my
belt
head
down
thread the
need
le
let's work
with
in
rings
i
am
melato
nin
a
tab
let
5
mg
warm
cloud
de
scends
brush
ed
aside in
short
order by
adrena
line's
jugger
naut
ical
tid
al
fist
imba
lanced
supra
chi
as
matic
nucle
us
fried
eggs
and
grit
burn
ing
in the ever
fueled
fur
nace
of
spir
it
en
wombed
be
nighted
sleep
less
thoughts of
dark
ness
lie on my
left
side
nadi
shodhana
breathe
out
hold
breathe
in
hold and
re
lease
namo
ratna
trayaya
nama
arya
jnana
sagara
vairochana
vyuha
rajaya
tathagataya
ink
ed
heart
is
torn
a
gain
after so
long
cob
webs
trail
the
tear
billo
wing
wav
ing
good
bye
ventro
later
al
pre
optic
nu
clea
tic
inhi
bit
ion
of
stimu
lus
mal
func
tion
lie
still
in the
ink
rinse
in the
spill
black
half
moons
under my
eyes
chill
sigh
in
audibly
stand in the
mor
ning
sun
toes in the
ear
th
arms
thrown
wide
head
back
drink in the
warm
th
hands
gather
the
shat
tered
bits
to
get
her
minutes
hours
folding the
flesh
over
the
wound
i am
the
scuplt
or
of
my
rui
nation
a
gain
a
lone
pick up my
head
smile
i die
and die
and rise
cal
cium
magne
sium
pot
ass
ium
vit
a
min
c
d
supple
ments
tighten my
belt
head
down
thread the
need
le
let's work
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