Monday 15:41
Look at the sky~
I imagine I’m an orange cube,
I run and eat text messages.
I finished the meat and wine,
the sky rotates itself upwards^
and the cornfield is empty-
(but golden, but empty)
>The well approaches,
my bottle was heavy in my hand*
so, inside I crawled...
I descended,
a deep-sea explorer?
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