Friday, July 17, 2026

prisoner luck

 i feel scruff

object in void

sound of something alive

no reactive mass, just bump.

In the dark, i do hide, under starry blanket spot.

Plug my ears, surrounded by distraught

Possibly a combination of tells

That hits right,

Still reading the treasure map

Where's the X?

Oh my god.

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