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- it was working towards me in tiny increments with this unusually adamant determination loop-scooting itself across a hot gravel desert populated by abrasively inert killers scraping off bits of itself in detail along the way i gave it a lift— it rolled into a tight ball, relaxed and then died in my hand its last act, a lamenting as if i had denied it some chosen final resting place leaving me holding this barometer for measuring the spaces between those less than lofty of goals in the better part of my years... s jones 2021 .
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 8:00 AM UTC
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- it was working towards me in tiny increments with this unusually adamant determination loop-scooting itself across a hot gravel desert populated by abrasively inert killers scraping off bits of itself in detail along the way i gave it a lift— it rolled into a tight ball, relaxed and then died in my hand its last act, a lamenting as if i had denied it some chosen final resting place leaving me holding this barometer for measuring the spaces between those less than lofty of goals in the better part of my years... s jones 2021 .
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Aug 8, 2021 at 8:00 AM UTC
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