I can't go to sleep without the sound of a fan humming in the background. I need something to destract my noisy head.
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My fan drowns out the noise of the city streets as I sleep.
Squared out silence displaced from my eardrums as the earth hums.
The rise and fall of this dirt crusted layer in my chest, with every trip of my heart flux, flowing molten lava at its crux.
Years deep in prehistoric records, marking every natural disaster to the birth of one celled organisms that make a home in my lungs, and breed.
It’s the bang of utter desolation that brings me back, to my framed and paved reality, primal angst wrapped in cotton threads, sweaty and all alone in my twisted head.
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