my tiny little plastic world

and I listen to it loud. but. it’s not. loud. enough. never loud enough. it needs to hit in the chest so you feel it. the breaks bring a shiver. and the dreams hit hard and fast. vivid. and short. with a kick that’s far to early. straight to wide awake. so it’s how the turn happens. how to stick with it. how to take it as it comes. even though the urge is far different.

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