Tiny arms kissing porcelain and lymph
Wherever his legs touched ground
Disappear his surroundings slowly
A god of filth and disease
It just doesn't come easily to me like you'd think. I see the prototypes and their flippant nonchalance, their practiced belligerence. Not my life, not my style, not even something I can wrap my head around. I canapproximate it and acquire its benefits, but I feel false and callow. Certainly, I can't belittle it, because it works for them. The only reason I even bother is that you seem to like it, so I proceed. But it's a flawed facade and I just want you to know.
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