Covering disquieting thoughts with tiers of plastic-
coated ingredients, hoping to keep them buried in
graves of unthought wishes.
Digesting flagrant meanings of distaste without
feeling, staying away from quiet reclusive corners
so as not to be enticed again.
Swiftly hiding whenever peeking about - splicing
together words, leaving disquieting thoughts lying
about in random order, forgetting their essence and
meaning for a time.
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