an engineering rush (iii)
(iii)

orbit thrown across the
come to me & said
but to breeze & back
blown against the me to
sol a black in
what’s the grief

ice hot the cold is
black & blown across the
rock in empty or
what’s the point

footsteps    the metal
walk    glasses i
all the stress    recorded clash
mijn alleen

footsteps    the grey
harsh contrast
lordglare movie lit
mijn alleen
maar allen ben ik
mij bij

switch yourself off inside
tell yourself you’re that
break that distract

move
move on
move
have the dust glow crimson night
sunstun nova

& hunt death
find wasted
& what’s the

we know how fucking difficult
— to deorbit —





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