"working on my faults and cracks..."


"...take my radio to bathe with you..."

Tracing spiderwebs in a cafe mocha.
Not unlike the scars on your wrist.
Trace the outline of an ear.
And an instruction manual to go with it.
Trace the mouth of a rusted firing barrel.
Warm those bleeding fingertips.
Lips of a stranger, the lens on a camera.

Trace anything you want.

I promise you'll find it at the bottom.

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