we promised the world we'd tame it — what were we hoping for?
( breathe in, breathe out )
so here we are, reinventing the wheel. I'm shaking hands with a hurricane. it's a color that I can't describe; it's a language I can't understand. ambition, tearing out the heart of you, carving lines into you, dripping down the sides of you —
we will not be the last.
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