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Feeling sulphuric
sick of this city's social climate.
If spit could burn
I would spatter.

my eyes feel a blur, like they have been here before...but the blur is looking pretty, like smudged colour when running by fast but capturing just one moment. back in the same room after time away, picking up on where i left off. yet the city doesnt seem to capture my breath as it once did. i left my breath back in another city - they seem to share it - take turns - holding my yearns

i have no reason to leave my desk