The edit.
3 February, 2024
1:42
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She wore a fitted suit the colour of a bright evergreen tree, a black t-shirt underneath. Her bright evergreen suit pant tailor made and ending 2 inches above her naked ankle. Her shoes black and white oxfords, wrapped and tied tightly around her feet for smooth movement on the ground.
3 February, 2024
2:02
the water fell on her head in a stream of drips
into the other place where she willed her way
cracks in the system
were easy to find where she swam
a channel of connections
4 February, 2024
10:43
It hasn't been grasped yet; it's not real and it is. When we travel through the space time isn't real.
4 February, 2024
10:58
I missed a Mortal comma.
4 February, 2024
8:20
The marble is cold, she can feel it even with an extra layer of skin between her and the floor. The smell is sad passed by days of nothing real lived and ammonia. The sound is whispers of anger, blame of disease and the what nexts. She walks with her back straight, a polite swing to her hips and head held high, like she belonged there, they couldn't see her but she always expected one day someone would catch a glimpse. Towards the double swinging doors, then to the left, always, she had to go to the left to get where she needed to be. One more plug to pull.
5 February, 2024
8:59
There is a bit of glitch in the system
as the arc of the spark
jumps as she pulls
5 February, 2024
9:06
The eyes looked back at her from the deep
She met their gaze through the smoke
into the no thing they un be came
5 February, 2024
11:34
Tell me about graphene as I stare at the apple in front of me
5 February, 2024
2:28
alphabet city cent a sy memo salt the ground upon which you twalk
5 February, 2024
six hundred and five
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