i need one thing: oxygen.
and that oxygen creates food, and then the rain inhales thoes molecules
to nourish the food.in the ground.
then the rabbit exists.
in the same ground.
while,
i feel like a blue velveteen rabbit with redblood rushing to his brain.
He turned purple. and there he lies.
well. im going to sleep.
and dream techinicolor plastic.
but this time ill color it
orange, yellow and purple.
Oh! monochrome purple on white flowers
&, well, typing is lambing towards the slaughter
wait,
do you still dream about better things?
do you?
A closed letter to the beat that pulsates towards the finale'.
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