The insects scurrying around in my head force my hand to move; these thoughts come from them, their hive mind.
But aren't the insects really me at the end of the day?
Mixture of poetry and prose
ns 172.70.130.254da2The insects scurrying around in my head force my hand to move; these thoughts come from them, their hive mind.8964 copyright protection1319PENANAnrT8t0c5fD 維尼
But aren't the insects really me at the end of the day? 8964 copyright protection1319PENANATbFh0ByrbQ 維尼
Mixture of poetry and prose8964 copyright protection1319PENANAfKaikG0733 維尼
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