Or not?
Sometimes,
as the next thing quickly turns into an echo,
worms crawl up
from the ground.
I feel their fleshy embrace
welcoming me
into the New World.
So real, these zeroes and ones.
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Sometimes,
as the next thing quickly turns into an echo,
worms crawl up
from the ground.
I feel their fleshy embrace
welcoming me
into the New World.
So real, these zeroes and ones.
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