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kind of mythopoesis
Thank you, Jack
in a post. I want to be remembered
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
you have a beautiful account btw
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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somewhere between instagram and chatgpt