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I reach for another palmful of water and dip my hands into the glittery lake where the lying moon prefers to loiter and the rippling stars are all fake. My palms are empty but for a moment, and for a second, I have grasped eternity. I indulge in my endless torment, the cyclical nature feeding my vanity. But the first drop falls, and the rest follow suit, back into the barrel, finger on the trigger and all I am left with is a handful so hollow and a reflection waiting to be disfigured again.
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1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
The Lake
I reach for another palmful of water and dip my hands into the glittery lake where the lying moon prefers to loiter and the rippling stars are all fake. My palms are empty but for a moment, and for a second, I have grasped eternity. I indulge in my endless torment, the cyclical nature feeding my vanity. But the first drop falls, and the rest follow suit, back into the barrel, finger on the trigger and all I am left with is a handful so hollow and a reflection waiting to be disfigured again.
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M/an impossible future
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
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