what happens,though,is this. i find myself out
of words and out of breath. we're all afraid
during these passing days and we are held here
by the enormity of an empty sky. by the lack
of possibility.
of words and out of breath. we're all afraid
during these passing days and we are held here
by the enormity of an empty sky. by the lack
of possibility.
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