7/20/2019
The memory of the event washes over me like a subfusc breeze
Endowing me with a sense of angst and agony
Wishing that my actions were not of one regret but one of atonement
The smoke clears from my head
Balance enters my relm with every breath
Sweat flowing from my skin
Surface tension endlessly forcing things together, like the iron core of dying star
Return me to ash, spread me across this place
Return me to space stuff
Return me to a place where the quiet ones speak
Return me to a place where I can sleep
-J
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Some of my most favorite crystals.
Insta Lunreye
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Everything’s gonna be okay
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J U N E S O N G P R O V I S I O N
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