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Wyrd Talking

Sometimes I think they talk to themselves through us not exactly word-for-word though the sense of it then I (re)member they are we, or was, us, at sometime then we remember again they don't make plain sense playing wyrd-for-wyrd in-stead sew halves, two find grain-by-grain frisson of recognition in (an)other Sometimes

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Date: 12/2/2023 1:22:00 PM
This is quite magical as my mind plays with the word order creating textures that agitate to build static. Understanding yourself more within the bounce back of the echo :)
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Jaymee Thomas
Date: 12/3/2023 9:20:00 PM
This one came from my spleen... I don't know her very well, but I hope to soon.

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