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Thin shadow and perfect heart, like a spoon with a stem and every fruit makes you cry, or the song trips you up. Hold your breath like you want the ocean to be. Sleep restless like your dreams are making your life important. I'm distilled and still not feeling pure. I'm not quite sure how you always do it, I'm not quite sure where you go to obtain your information. I'm going to float downstream and blame it all on you, everything but the heat and the slamming doors. I can't blame you for not knowing about them at least.
This passage is a whirlwind of vivid imagery and poetic abstraction that feels both fresh and somewhat disorienting. The writer's voice is strikingly unique; phrases like "thin shadow and perfect heart" and the comparison to "a spoon with a stem" evoke a dreamlike quality, almost as if you're reading through a misty lens. Structurally, it's quite free-form, which suits its stream-of-consciousness feel but can make it hard to follow at times—sentences like "I'm distilled and still not feeling pure" work beautifully on their own but don't always integrate smoothly into the broader narrative thread. The emotional undertones are richly layered; there's a palpable sense of longing, perhaps for purity or understanding, that tugs at your heartstrings while leaving you curious about the deeper themes being explored. Overall, it's an intriguing read that challenges conventional storytelling but also rewards with its lyrical charm and evocative power.
—qwen2.5:32b, 2026-01-28