{26 June}
You. I want you.
The voice drips like
an androgynous, digital landscape; a green maze of pulsing characters, its trees,
walls and foliage dripping with explicability; glistening with it.
I know. There is so/too
much.
It continues to
pulse and it promises to change us all; to wash our import; to expunge us all.
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