my appearance is your canvas
your quirks are your brush
you drag it
imperfections caused through decay
all your wildness does not need to be tamed
no need for acceptance
the positive feedback
there are no norms anymore
Accidents between us
communication flaws and frictions
I did not mean to speak another language
I did not mean to burn
there is no acceptance
there is nothing present
only incineration i must face
How to understand your devastation
How to make paths through something I still not recognize
...I can only follow tides of madness
I travel along, no more defined by time
No more now or before
I am on the spot, transforming within the real
what were once possibilities is now faded
gravitational radiation
a new orbit has started
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