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All the seconds that we've wasted Looking at each other's faces, Then one day we said, "Hello." Never close the curtain on this show. We made friends, then we made love. We made war, you were above. You said you were letting go. You closed the curtain on this show. The glistening in your corner eye Becomes a tear that you cry. I ask you why you have to go. You close the curtain on this show. Wall-to-wall the city beats With hearts and footfalls on the streets. I'm alone now, they all know. You've closed the curtain on this show. Like veins in arms, the avenues Are winding anywhere, but you. I wander with no place to go. You've closed the curtain on this show. Maybe someday I'll be seen, Floating stillness in the stream. Tangled in a bed of stone, Having closed the curtain on this show.
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Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
Curtain
There's a light flickering in the attic                                      The shutters,                                                They creak and they clack There's a knife in my sheath                             There's a horror                                                      Beneath                                                                      Where we're going                                                                            there's no coming back...                                                       There's a terrible plot that's unfolding                                       A machinist we may never see Chilling shrieks and shrill screams                                   "So much worse than my dreams."                                                                ...                                             They're just parts now;                                                   Silent. Company.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Footfells
There's a light flickering in the attic                                      The shutters,                                                They creak and they clack There's a knife in my sheath                             There's a horror                                                      Beneath                                                                      Where we're going                                                                            there's no coming back...                                                       There's a terrible plot that's unfolding                                       A machinist we may never see Chilling shrieks and shrill screams                                   "So much worse than my dreams."                                                                ...                                             They're just parts now;                                                   Silent. Company.
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Footsteps of various weights: rigid, limping, harsh and kind. Walking, running, stumbling, almost dead, measured by consuming grief. Levitating in fulfilled love, falling in the loss of trust, they hide from the cold, freezing in their fears. Starting from different points, they trip one another up. Worn-down footfalls, without a finish line, without a reward, carrying the weight of slow inevitable fading.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
Footfalls