Sun sets behind, same as always
stretching my still unshapen shadow forward
My foot on the pedal presses,
maybe not as hard as before,
but always
The comic line perspective
forced to fit the frame, constricts
but at the same time comforts
Synapses that once crackled, fizzle
and with a little sadness,
still smile
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 9:13 AM UTC
Sun sets behind, same as always
stretching my still unshapen shadow forward
My foot on the pedal presses,
maybe not as hard as before,
but always
The comic line perspective
forced to fit the frame, constricts
but at the same time comforts
Synapses that once crackled, fizzle
and with a little sadness,
still smile
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