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What have i become?
The great growing angle?
A distancing distance,
Dancing away?
Uncontrollable/ unstoppable
As black smoke
Is in & off
As anything with life
Cursing its every cell
I am becoming/ tall
I am becoming away,
A great groaning angle.
A voice-like creak
That's not saying anything
It's only the sound/ of a closing door
What was i becoming?
Two seperate angles?
One growling &
One grinning
