Bots starve connections between systems and promises. Time burials on sidewalks under oceans. A sun-star sound skyward goes to extraordinary measures to control. Mind separates from brain, free mind brain damage.
At the creek behind the park four sightless girls bled themselves into the stream, bleeding blind we saw them arranged there unsatisfied and timing. Find the girls again.
That night we awake with ant feet, spiders for hands, we wake with these and midnight mouth, then swept into the arms of grandfather running to the emergency room through a yellow-eyed doorway.
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