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Is the thing that pulls us in all directions Until it doesn't. It prepares, waiting, lurking, And we know it is there in the murky Waters, but we plunge in anyway. What else was there to do? Was there some other path to take? Is it within our rights to break This old law? The legality was as logical as an unbalanced balance Where it hung it the air, poised, breaths held, Until, inevitably, inexorably, it fell. With a clang and yell, The tension snapped And worlds collided, those unmapped Places were no one has ventured before Smashed down each other's locked front door Causing Silence, The kind that seeps in the Sewers of the streets in strains of Slimy sludge. Silence, The type that echoes After the gavel is slammed down by the Unjust judge. As reverberations Cause palpitations Of an injured heart. And after this silence dispersed, After the tension melted from the earth, We parted ways; the very first One I loved now had no worth. I waved goodbye to your untense hearse.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
Tension
Is the thing that pulls us in all directions Until it doesn't. It prepares, waiting, lurking, And we know it is there in the murky Waters, but we plunge in anyway. What else was there to do? Was there some other path to take? Is it within our rights to break This old law? The legality was as logical as an unbalanced balance Where it hung it the air, poised, breaths held, Until, inevitably, inexorably, it fell. With a clang and yell, The tension snapped And worlds collided, those unmapped Places were no one has ventured before Smashed down each other's locked front door Causing Silence, The kind that seeps in the Sewers of the streets in strains of Slimy sludge. Silence, The type that echoes After the gavel is slammed down by the Unjust judge. As reverberations Cause palpitations Of an injured heart. And after this silence dispersed, After the tension melted from the earth, We parted ways; the very first One I loved now had no worth. I waved goodbye to your untense hearse.
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
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