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Distance Over Time
Monday 9/13/2021 11:59:00 PM

 the edge is slender. a curious slope that straddles both heaven and hell. 

i rode the rattling bridges. i found the hidden places. that tell us in their stumbling decimals. all hoarse voices and stinging fractions. 

as far as i could run, i could never run far enough. 

the impossible angles of touch. staling in their impotence. 

the rise of the ocean. the distance of the buoys. as the storm approached. 

the knowing a stubborn ghost. as those open graves work their way through our us. 

i don't wonder what you feel. i don't know the taste of the blood on your fangs. 

all i know is the first cut. how long it took to heal. 


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