The taste of copper in my tongue...I/We salivate

My roots are snapping...We/I fall over

They shift aside, we shift away...I am lost

The wires then bleed our skin... 

                                                                           The papers had bled our heart.

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Updated 5 days ago
Published 10 days ago
StatusReleased
CategoryOther
PlatformsHTML5
AuthorAritronie
TagsAbstract, Black and White, code-art, Idle, No AI, Psychological Horror

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