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[taische]

Is this the edge of language? Love me, quickly, before I've gone. I want to be spun into this memory; become it. My belief in this existence finds me blind for years on end, until I unthink myself, forgotten, unprofessed and undivined- a smiling crystal buddha with a glass eye open, ringing out, unmoved and unmoving. Threadbare habits, falling

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[fasterpussycat]

This is absolutely beautiful

[taische]

Thank you, love.