I'm hiding from you.
Always have been.
Because I am scared of what will pain be?
Trickles run down into the classes
Drums compete for attention
Put pockets with another's belongings on my panels.
A floating sentence
A floating entrance.
And the cheerleaders take from salt.
Home work undone and weight over placed
Sharp and dull all at the same period
There are a myriad of other things to do at this moment...
And I cool with poison water trickle sounds and a confusing bridge between these images all at once and separately.
Ill leave that to Dimitri to sort.
And the wings
The wings are falling ...
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