soul busted a leak!
sloshing around in there, gushing waters, heaving and stale, the only solace
the rain outside, acting to redeem. past impermeable membranes
thin juice rotting
fermentation quite like rain, stinging nostrils but it’s not wet, not enough, not through and through
dreaming amphibian life, shut in the hatch, gurnface hoards it all
no guarantees
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