old playlist

nostalgia a sickness; fungal

leeching; painting the air with moisture

in fanciful shapes; my own veins sag

atrophy and I see a sign;

I will be able to return

mounted in sweet iridescent stars;

familiar curvature;

succulence no longer tasted

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