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The urge to be unclothed from this flesh and bone, a caged bird longing to be free. long to be everywhere but nowhere at all to be seen and felt yet not perceived. a breathing paradox cascaded by caprice, still seeking solace and solitude within the confinement of his mind while the thoughts spark and wither at their origin. A profound sense of onism.

Don't you see the roses and thorns in my rib cage and the roots under my skin? The inherent longing to assimilate into nature deprived by civilization. My skin now familiar with the touch of screens and keys but alien to the sensation of leaves and trees.


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