I perpetually can’t see the horizon.

This forest has too many trees.

Spiders rapidly descend on their prey, discarding bloodless bodies in their wake.

I know you can’t feel fondness for me.

The birds stop singing. There’s a hawk nearby. There’s the squealing of a mouse.

I like hearing you say my name even when you’re angry.

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