We hurtle through days and nights. Breathlessly clinging to the firmament that should not want to throw us off. That can't desire our demise. An orb as imperfect as an eye. The camera obscures the world and turns it all upside-down. I stand on my head and send salt into the soil.
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We hurtle through days and nights. Breathlessly clinging to the firmament that should not want to throw us off. That can't desire our demise. An orb as imperfect as an eye. The camera obscures the world and turns it all upside-down. I stand on my head and send salt into the soil.