the future

is just the absence of now

as is the past

i can't remember one of them

or much of the other

q. -

a. the bell tolls for thee

my hands glow and are warm and blurry

you don't understand this, though

you don't want to, though

so i'll shut up

souls are damaged by this kind of stuff

permanently

arm bands are worn, too

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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