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Feb 12
there's a problem here that no tangential line can solve
(no tangible line, either);
the line that I walk is a slippery ***** between
two parallel paths, equal yet opposite;
we're divided.
half of us seem to have derived
that our doom is contrived, and that
multiple factors may have no effect on this at all.

each time I listen to this song, i swear i lose a fraction of my life.

between fervent lists and perfect fifths,
and desperate eight note scales.

the other half of us are still striving-
and deriving-
to find the peak of the function, the sum of it all,
the y-intercept, the independent variable
and the absolute value of walking
(disregarding the negative; waking, sleeping, talking)
when, regardless,
mistranslations and misconstructions will leave us wrong in the end.
Written by
daycrow  19/F/ocean's rim
(19/F/ocean's rim)   
   Bogdan Dragos
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