carrot cake in the hair

[youaremysofa]

i may just bake tonight, i may just fumble with my hands until they reach my feet, and i am forced to spin, tongue grazing the ground. i need to get out of here, to hear my echo through the ears of my own heart, i need to be returned to the doorstep of a city's planet that bore me wet and bloody years ago, and again, every time i return. i will

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[ledank]

that's the pjoy we all love and know, spinning and grazing to delight us all.
hallo!