the losing of things and time…
We don’t always know which version of self we are
Oceans of noise, islands of momentum Somewhere is the still, the well at the heart of it Kinetic justice waits it out some more Try again until it sticks… Welcome to the detritus of my feeble mind…
Oceans of noise, islands of momentum Somewhere is the still, the well at the heart of it Kinetic justice waits it out some more Try again until it sticks… Welcome to the detritus of my feeble mind…
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