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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.

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.

so an active mazelike process

autonomy of learning

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

propensity within someone

barren land

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

is this you as well

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

like first name

which magnetises chains of pins