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O' the summer time is gone.
And the trees are brown and cryin'.
And I can't hold on to time.
But for you, my dear, I'm tryin'.
Temperance | The Fool
Rosetta.
In my mind, you are the Moon and I am Bedrock.
We are both stone, but I am sunk, while you defy gravity.
Amygdala.
I can't help but wonder if the mercury is still driving us mad?
Ambergris.
Your beak found its home in my stomach.
I can't dissolve it, nor can I bring it upon myself to throw it back up.
Calcified.
Precious, precious Ambergris.
- Euclid
Who are you, trench-fish?
With your dangling globe of light, what did we take from you that you're so desperate to see again?
Ero | Sion
I am always crumbling.
Supermassive Black Hole
Pale Pink Moon through Rose Tinted Glasses
- Drums in the Deep
A Heart's Laden Anchor
Lingua Franca
Amnesia | Crown
I am reminded once more of how my value is in my usefulness.
How quickly they rescind their loyalty.
Ship of Theseus
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Disclaimer: I condemn these thoughts and you should not romanticise this feeling.
It is toxic and harmful, in writing them, I rid myself of them. They are honest, but I set myself free.
Bleeding Hearts