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All things must come to an end, they say. This place already feels hollow without you. A hall of echoes. I miss you, even as you linger. I am capsised, by this primal urge, Once abandoned, nearly forgotten, reborn in your irreverent grace. I discover myself marooned. Cast out. A Castaway, on this island you sacnctioned,. It is only what I am owed, The inevitability, of my own privateering. Machinations of unreliable pursuit... My imagination, as ever, running away with itself. You were a landfall, of sorts. Painting yourself an unlikely comrade, silently synching oars, navigating parallel waters. Finding purchase (purpose?) on the cruel waters of this devious digital sea. Would haves, cresting as could haves, breaking into should haves, spilling, anticlimactically, onto indifferent shores. A filmy release, A ghost froth, delivering its spent intention, unto shifting sands, etching itself but briefly, before its memory is consumed, and ferried off, by the relentless gravitation of the tides, by the eternal gravity of time.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
Ghostrider
All things must come to an end, they say. This place already feels hollow without you. A hall of echoes. I miss you, even as you linger. I am capsised, by this primal urge, Once abandoned, nearly forgotten, reborn in your irreverent grace. I discover myself marooned. Cast out. A Castaway, on this island you sacnctioned,. It is only what I am owed, The inevitability, of my own privateering. Machinations of unreliable pursuit... My imagination, as ever, running away with itself. You were a landfall, of sorts. Painting yourself an unlikely comrade, silently synching oars, navigating parallel waters. Finding purchase (purpose?) on the cruel waters of this devious digital sea. Would haves, cresting as could haves, breaking into should haves, spilling, anticlimactically, onto indifferent shores. A filmy release, A ghost froth, delivering its spent intention, unto shifting sands, etching itself but briefly, before its memory is consumed, and ferried off, by the relentless gravitation of the tides, by the eternal gravity of time.
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42/F/Pennsylvania
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
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