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the names that choose us are fragile beasts. all corners and leverage snarling at gravity. the skins that we wear seldom fits. broken templates. all rain and wind slouching toward crumbling horizons. the distance that measures us is a frail conceit. all stones and mud arguing with the wind. the equation isn't constant.
when gravity whispers, everything listens. the distance smirks. laughing at all the jokes we never told. rabbits run through darkness. undeterred by the many nooses. every footstep wails, a deepening hunger. the fox chews on the wind. the scent a jagged razor. the unknown is, who is the hunted. when the numbers fail, w
anxious numbers wear the void. beware unexpected equations. all absent deities and indifferent saviors. solitude discards its skin. beware earnest skeletons. all chewed meat and rotting faces. impatient horizons take us nowhere. beware mischievous corners. that obscure the path. near or far. the distance back home is a
corners cut. hills break. the rabbit runs. the tortoise gives chase. the distance blinks and suddenly we're somewhere else. time is a merchant. with nothing left to sell us. all the words are loud, but meaningless. the bottle tips. everything spills out. but we don't care. because the empty fits so well. the distance c
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