The free-falling in temporary static...
The void's no longer there 'cause its become me - the morphing is complete this time and it tickles a tract.
Its weird how every blog gets tagged to a song and the mood seeps in...
"Someone like you" - but I've got no thoughts heading that way - way too many "someones" & way to many "nones" - lyrical larceny!
A spinal belt - turning tables - a slow rot 'n happy endings
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