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a moment refines least of all i, coarse subdivision of all second skies, stars, or nothing, minute from fall. or fallen already. asleep for hours. hope coiled helplessness around her wrist, caught my head. spent days in space. at least, most of them. can't help subduction any same, another algebra in stone. collapse like month's passage. hope won't speak, every theory is glowing. a year dissolves empty, replacing every field with stripmalls to mountains again. a century forgets regicide. an eternity later, we press against the wall like dust coalescing. hope strings us up, couple more embers in the sky.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
found lost
a moment refines least of all i, coarse subdivision of all second skies, stars, or nothing, minute from fall. or fallen already. asleep for hours. hope coiled helplessness around her wrist, caught my head. spent days in space. at least, most of them. can't help subduction any same, another algebra in stone. collapse like month's passage. hope won't speak, every theory is glowing. a year dissolves empty, replacing every field with stripmalls to mountains again. a century forgets regicide. an eternity later, we press against the wall like dust coalescing. hope strings us up, couple more embers in the sky.
some instantaneous forever ago, i fell
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tom-mccone
New Zealander
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
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