magnetises a pin

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

you have a beautiful account btw

Style

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

Can I see

1

13, H, grate