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fourth, mar the sound of barking dogs woke me too soon. the bark itself wasn't what kept me up though, it was that, thinking in terms of the universe, i mean, that the bark of a dog is so fucking strange. and how lucky we are to have the treasure of the bark of a dog. i just read what you wrote to nobody over and over again, forgetting how i even came upon it. i extracted your Beauty (that you slipped around the curves of each letter) and covered myself in it like my great grandma's shawl. goddamn, the hot weight of it makes the light in my chest flicker against its walls. it makes the mirrors in my head crack a little bit more. |