Glittering Blackness
My lust has no bottom. It goes on forever, either into the light, or into the dark. My memory goes deeper, and even further back than my limited imagination, which can only comprehend the world it knows. I wash my face, my hands, and my whole body with the flowing blood of ten million years. My life goes on, so I bear down biting my swollen lips with the yellow ivory grown inside my mouth. The going gets tougher, but my vision becomes clearer. There’s must be a magnet right beneath this ground pulling me forward. Why are the mountains chasing me towards the sea? I wanna live forever. So this is how it goes?
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