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left our things cratering the desert; palms upturned pulling the pressure away - soft-words talking down the crumpled spine of loss. the sand, the sand. if it wasn’t so fine, would you be able to trust the mistaking of abrasion for absolution? will you be able to forgive the belief that a collapse can come with good intentions?
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Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 5:42 PM UTC
the price of knowing.
left our things cratering the desert; palms upturned pulling the pressure away - soft-words talking down the crumpled spine of loss. the sand, the sand. if it wasn’t so fine, would you be able to trust the mistaking of abrasion for absolution? will you be able to forgive the belief that a collapse can come with good intentions?
OskarA
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Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 5:42 PM UTC
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