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Avatar Author: airborne and the imperfect will inherit the words Read Bio

in the background
anonymity and colourless attention mix
with shrill cicadas,
glowing red
and at 7 ‘o’ clock
magpies burst from the darkening sky
short-sighted and
screaming about some dream
where synthetic sheep lie
on queen-sized mattresses
half-asleep and
drowning in the deep

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  1. Avatar helig

    Oooooh i love the synthetic sheep bit! i get the general mood but is there a specific idea to this?

  2. Avatar airborne

    Thanks :)

    Haha honestly I have no idea why I wrote this something about chemical depression and our need for attention

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