delicate disturbances
foreign grievances
the current of time
the question of rhyme
the inevitable, uncontrollable tumbling-towards
we are but pawns of the cosmos
pawns of the cosmos.
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the only ever worthwhile reason has to be the knowing times,
the hearts beating in unison, the hearts drenched in gasoline.
the hearts beating in unison, the hearts drenched in gasoline.
tell me its approaching.
hey you, yeah you.
sign?
nanite.
as he says, as she says.
1 comment:
Fantastic.
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