keep every scrap of paper, you never know what you might need at any given moment
the cursor place holder keeps skipping backwards against the forward flow of letters
the sophisticated ladies sit in circles and create, they create because we are barren and full of archetypes
laugh around in circles, they search and wander, i write you into a backwardsly deterministic weaving spell
forever languishing in ..
chopped food,
little chocolate candies, concentrating on the sound, the carefully placed letters, one character at a time
woman, man, woman, woman, man woman
woman, woman, man, woman, woman, man
either direction you go, you end up at the center, the dark red light emanating from above
the hand that cant touch the surface
the pen that never leaves a mark, just slices and rearranges,
leaving a shadowy imprint where the darkness would have rested, sifted into the ground
memories
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