the market

the market will provide
its followers
they don't need to sustain
each other
but I was like raked
my world had shrunken a lot
because of that, I felt the urge to be guided
by gods of old witches
because I had withered so much
I could touch the walls of my

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Written on 2022-08-15 at 07:16

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