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Published: Nov 4, 2013

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my cracked skull
leaks grey matter &
selenic steam, but dearest,
i can talk myself
into a deity;

i'm a galaxy boy
melting my mind
into radioactivity

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empty-lungs

Nov 13, 2013

this is lovely, i love the theme of currents/electricity, it gives a really cool image to the whole piece <3

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