acid moss whispers for you soil fairy tales, fluorescent nursery rhymes at your service. if only you wanted to sleep.
instead, kept awake by ambience of violence, you seek scars left after the vandals. violators who entered this place with hammers, matches and hard soles. you search for places where the ground still trembles, false scabs. wishing for freedom to destroy in your own, resurrective way.
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