the synæsthesia inside
where blue meets sound and 1984 is a thing you can touch.
16 July 2010
They Are Like Waves, Coming to Swallow Me Whole
from underneath the familiar tornado
of twisting cotton and turning
stitching and some kind of man-made
insulation, i struggle and fight to stay
alive, when all i really want to know is
why you're not here, twisting and
turning with me.
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