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[dredpiratebunny]

she dreams of beneath
of worlds with swirling beacons of beauty and
percussionary darkness
this place stunts the evolution of electrons
where so much change is removed and laid
asunder
much like her hands around her neck

her eyes do not focus
and burn at the edges gazing out to the blurry
horizon
she sets her sights
on dissolving into it
and remains patient and ignores every itch
every tap on her knotted shoulders

she repeats the song and waits for the solution
the words go through her skin
leaving her cold and starving again