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i could feel the crushed hourglass, trickling down my hand, melting my fingers as it oozed downward with steady nonchalance. so i reached upward to the ageless, abandoned cathedral of searing blue truth that pulled the seconds apart. and i knew (as my elbow was lost to time) that i could not move mountains but with the push of a sigh i could destroy whorls of sand into new empires that with an intake of air (the rise of my collarbone disintegrating all the faster) i could feel the tide breathing for me and that was enough as i dissolved into the impossibility of something.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
the last thing he said before he closed his eyes
i could feel the crushed hourglass, trickling down my hand, melting my fingers as it oozed downward with steady nonchalance. so i reached upward to the ageless, abandoned cathedral of searing blue truth that pulled the seconds apart. and i knew (as my elbow was lost to time) that i could not move mountains but with the push of a sigh i could destroy whorls of sand into new empires that with an intake of air (the rise of my collarbone disintegrating all the faster) i could feel the tide breathing for me and that was enough as i dissolved into the impossibility of something.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
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