Premonitions Of War

Capsule Hotel

Premonitions Of War


Harmony in slipping out of the existence of me. Rotting into bliss again and
crawling inside to sleep them all off. White lights and rested heads
dropping the "better left unsaid." Blending into their ambience like the
background music it is. Bathing in the isolation. Miles wash off and hands
left worthless.

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