Russian syllables accidentally dropped into a memory hole. The images of Tarot cards fading without sunlight. Books uncreased by evenings. An alphabet growing cold in a locked room. Poems unwritten beneath cauldron water. Determination sloughing away with the weeks. Meditation wrung from automation instead of waterfalls. Scooping great handfuls of living out of tomorrows, and filling yesterday with ash and sand.
4:12 p.m. - 2023-05-04
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