the impulse to grow and be credulous to all the calamitous elegance in the world is an impellent to all the passion i've cultivated
i've been so cautious with my escape routes with trap doors to the Arno and stairways between domes that my impulses have never been hindered when they suddenly globalize or decide upon dissolution in a harrowing vanishing act the very next part to watch to see to discover is what will make me hold still hold on to the spot where i am without letting my impulses escape and leave me behind
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