hello, i made some collages last night.
i'm blank, i think, because it's intuitive to unhook arms when i'm overwhelmed.
empty out the shells now the ocean is a tape hiss traveling up the walls. it's the trauma of salt.
i'm spread out ,arms like i am a letter "y". i'm sinking and it's a polite cascading; i'm velvet quiet and i'm twisting and i'm
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