Sublime
a surprise Thursday poem.

I am searching for the quietest line in the spatter of noise that coats the inside of my brain like paint that hasn't dried. God only knows what I'll find and I, like them, should be terrified.

I am searching for the quietest line in the spatter of noise that coats the inside of my brain like paint that hasn't dried. God only knows what I'll find and I, like them, should be terrified.
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