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Jun 2019
Once upon an-archy,
I felt the tension deep
in the tendons of my arms

Felt a jag, a jolt
of something yet to come
(something So long past)

two red lights almost shimmering in their distance - a product of heat?
or is it space?
maybe time?
i couldn't say.
Try watching a train go by when you can't hear it: almost floats along - a certain grace hidden behind a wall of roaring noise
soak
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soak  23/torontoish
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