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Silver bands encircle withering fingers like planets, the perpetual orbits of my index, middle, and ring. Gazing endlessly at the ceiling from the sunken duvet, pondering deeply— Am I a chain's soft whisper or fractured platter? Porcelain once pristine, seen but scattered, across the kitchen marble. a beloved bowl and useful. Born of quarry's womb, kin of the chemical elements. One of a millionfold in earth's embrace, hewn, shaped, smoothed, bartered, Reduced to a single, awkward grain in the wind.
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Aug 11, 2023
Aug 11, 2023 at 9:26 AM UTC
There I was, gone.
Silver bands encircle withering fingers like planets, the perpetual orbits of my index, middle, and ring. Gazing endlessly at the ceiling from the sunken duvet, pondering deeply— Am I a chain's soft whisper or fractured platter? Porcelain once pristine, seen but scattered, across the kitchen marble. a beloved bowl and useful. Born of quarry's womb, kin of the chemical elements. One of a millionfold in earth's embrace, hewn, shaped, smoothed, bartered, Reduced to a single, awkward grain in the wind.
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25/M/Darwin, Australia
Aug 11, 2023
Aug 11, 2023 at 9:26 AM UTC
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