The No Place Of An Ache

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Have you chosen? Or are you compelled by a lack of choice? Like a stone to the sea floor, you are not to be fucked with. Dreaming is not always purposeful. It is a wild and sorted affair of tension taming to a current across the complex tasks of a body at rest. The night shift of all things organ and used. Tin castle for a temporary king. He must reign before it rusts. And it would poke him in the place where your decisions leave knots and rust-shut locks.