7/23/2025ATMOSPHERICS

I imagine I am the only one

I think I am the only one

The sounds bang upon my skin

I think they’re banging on my skin

My brain shakes and shivers in its coffin; my eyes are full of dirt

Can’t you hear it?

A machine is falling from the sky

The movements of graphs will never speak to me

I will never be told why

I amount an abnormal specimen

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