Looking for Oranges
While breathing rust and consuming horror, I came to write a few things... More
I wish it were a book of beautifully crafted raw emotions, but instead I’ve got some brutal words that “twist fragments of language into broken resemblances, like poems put through a paper shredder”. It’s a complete compendium of sad, silly and utterly stupid thoughts, ugly instances of damage… Why ugly? Because there is nothing pretty about breathing rust and consuming horror.
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