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from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine” . on a pavement in the capital city of a developing country, wearing black trainers, i slowly walked behind a stranger a middle aged man with something ***** weighing on his left shoulder. i observed it along the way, gathering my fragile self together, wondering whether to tell him, or let his touch do its duty. it was the produce of wasted creatures’ bodies. i wondered when it happened perhaps while he was wandering in the park without his wife alive. it was a strange day in autumn. the air was fresh because of death and its injustice, brought too soon by human cruelty. dedication and devotion had given him no fruition only silent frustration. it was the reality of wrong admiration, inherited from generations, generating heavy dirtiness on this stranger’s left shoulder. my mouth didn’t move. there was a ton of glue, tasting like my ex’s unhealthy *** i swallowed some, but there was more to go, the personal, ***** truth from his left shoulder to mine.
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:34 AM UTC
rtwmtt 47/56 : autumn on the pavement
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine” . on a pavement in the capital city of a developing country, wearing black trainers, i slowly walked behind a stranger a middle aged man with something ***** weighing on his left shoulder. i observed it along the way, gathering my fragile self together, wondering whether to tell him, or let his touch do its duty. it was the produce of wasted creatures’ bodies. i wondered when it happened perhaps while he was wandering in the park without his wife alive. it was a strange day in autumn. the air was fresh because of death and its injustice, brought too soon by human cruelty. dedication and devotion had given him no fruition only silent frustration. it was the reality of wrong admiration, inherited from generations, generating heavy dirtiness on this stranger’s left shoulder. my mouth didn’t move. there was a ton of glue, tasting like my ex’s unhealthy *** i swallowed some, but there was more to go, the personal, ***** truth from his left shoulder to mine.
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:34 AM UTC
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