Poles Apart.

I know why you can’t open your eyes. I know. You’re rusting. Everyone is. Brown rust. Bronze, yellow and black rust. Everyone is turning to rust. The world is. The oceans are turning dark blue and shiny. The trees are green and heavy with death on their shoulders. Everyone wants to rust. What a colorful world. Shiny, beautiful, magnetic.

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