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I was listless, but my fist still twisted, fingertips gripped with arthritic stiffness, grasping for a gift misgiven. Spirits lifted, so my heart skipped its— yet hands still slipped with a vicious quickness; ripped a rift across, swiftly drifted. Ill-equipped to fix this vertiginous abyss from my precipice, til obsidian black eclipses even the lips that kissed it; beloved blisses left amidst empty wishes, beyond the reach of wrists, which shifted; crippled by what exists— a distance.
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Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 7:57 PM UTC
Distance (2nd draft)
I was listless, but my fist still twisted, fingertips gripped with arthritic stiffness, grasping for a gift misgiven. Spirits lifted, so my heart skipped its— yet hands still slipped with a vicious quickness; ripped a rift across, swiftly drifted. Ill-equipped to fix this vertiginous abyss from my precipice, til obsidian black eclipses even the lips that kissed it; beloved blisses left amidst empty wishes, beyond the reach of wrists, which shifted; crippled by what exists— a distance.
Still not too sure about this one, hard to tell when adding more clutters things up a bit, hard to tell if the flow gets interrupted or stumbles anywhere (so if it does for you please let me know lol)
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Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 7:57 PM UTC
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