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Distance Over Time
Tuesday 4/01/2025 11:47:00 PM

gravity forgets us. once we've fallen too far.

a series of small cuts in time's wizened wrist.

serve as our map. as we navigate this expiring flesh.

we push closer to the center.

fragile monsters slouching on their crumbling horns.

choke on the ugly choices that have sharpened our claws.

the distance stumbles. a slender rope suspending a weighted bridge.

we run. our feet made of dust and clay. toward what we know not.

except away from where we've been.

turning on the fickle parable of touch.

fully committed to love's sublime abattoir.

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