Notes
“For every inch there’s fifty fingers pointing back” (1)
"The blue ocean the red sun used to wash its face turns black” (2)
"the smell of insane" (4)
"even in these chains" (5)
"pouring out red and confetti and muscle" (7)
"Media vita in morte sumus" - In the midst of life we are in death. (8)
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