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There is a distinct separation where my heart belongs. A chested falling, a sliver moon packed in flesh. I fill up with levels of blue, the darkest settling around my toes like silt on the bottom of a lake. When I cry, the silt is stirred, I shake like a snow globe. Snow globe’s do not shake of their own volition. This means: I am acted upon but do not act. This is, of course, not true.
There is a distinct separation where my heart belongs. A chested falling, a sliver moon packed in flesh. I fill up with levels of blue, the darkest settling around my toes like silt on the bottom of a lake. When I cry, the silt is stirred, I shake like a snow globe. Snow globe’s do not shake of their own volition. This means: I am acted upon but do not act. This is, of course, not true.
