I am home, I think

I am a girl, I think

Sucking on the fingers of the sun and

Crossing my eyes to protect my soul from demons


I am the child of lux conception, I think

The flash of HD illumination lighting my way into

The damp and arctic universe


I am a story, I think

Writing like a madman in box to shake down the future

Remember me like X targeting your cities


Remember me good so I don't have to haunt you.

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