It Will Get Lighter

as in

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Better Lift

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you have a beautiful account btw

It Will Get Lighter

but i respect your search

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Better Lift

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

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