Left hand turns in right-handed chastisement. Wrists sprained hurdling walls thick with the dust of forgetfulness. A patch of companion-mushroom caps unraveling toward the starless sky. Visiting emptiness in the comfort of shared filth. Time shedding itself of consideration. And stealing a few moments back during chilly nights and stale sunlight. The muted staccato tapping of observed leaffall. Long walks around the murmur of abandoned lots. Old fresh wounds that refuse to heal because it doesn't matter and there will be nothing left before we awake.
5:25 p.m. - 2021-11-24
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