green the door flaps the red bricks, the brown and grey, scattered, scrapping skin, we brush against uneven surfaces with our pupils rubbing unruly sewn-up wounds, reopened, stretch the skin flaps a part of the journey, enjoy it, epidermis, the silence, the soreness of the journey, the drift détourned, I take, I took, while listening Sound - TURNOUT PRESS
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