September, the aeon.
I get a bit more cold recently,
Maybe I've just been discovering how deeply impacted I've become over,
What?
It is nothing of which is so.
Yet horribly addictive.
Disgust in being
In being in disgust
Out in Out in Out
For,
What?
Perhaps we dine in fashions of Gods,
Feeling only oneself
Into two.
Controlling what creates.
Divine purpose in a
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