"songs i used to listen to, to think of you." losing sight to find sound. precise fragmentation. fragmented saturation. perpetual motion is fucked. sight defies sound. and the ink bleeds, the running of the ink, and tells the story of the beading of the sweat. uou will never wash this clean. and it's not best word anymore. it's what i'm saying and you're hearing. what you're seeing about what i'm showing. and you will never wash this clean.
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