The bridge between Libra and Scorpio exists in an open oozing wound.

How did I get here?
The holy center
Back row watching the open sky
Black hole swimming
Eagerly drowning
Engulfing proudly
My true mother
We need placebos
Seduce yourself,
Freak yourself
The ultimate tool: your body

"Time on my wrist
Faces to twist
Without any reason
The seasons exist
Without roots
Movement persists
Who who are you?
Where where are you?"

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