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13/5 5/13 drunkore experimental noisecore

Later that day we took mushrooms and wandered up and down the beach for hours, each swell carrying us higher and farther until it felt like we were sharks, unable to stop moving for fear of being overtaken by the breakers.

We could have circumnavigated the compass rose in a single step if we chose - one giant leap for our kind.

We kept a close eye on the setting sun, but there was no green flash, and we took this to be a sign that no interlopers would intrude upon our shared reverie.

That night I lay awake in the tent, listening to you stir fitfully beside me, my mind crystal clear, eyes wide open in the darkness, tears soaking my cheeks and my pillow, caught like a butterfly in a net, buried in the sound of the surf.

There ain't no such thing as a clean slate.

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