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Running, Dripping, BANG!
Ghosts reflected in misted air,
Silence, no breathing.
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REEEEEEEEE!
I'm on a low road right now. There are a literal million things to do and not one of them worth my time. I would rather sit in place and burn but the orbit takes me on its inevitable route 'round the center; and I a center in my own right, around which others orbit, and so on and so forth, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
By C. Rommial Butler7 days ago in Poets
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