Quiet Apocalypse
all corners and leverage snarling at gravity. all rain and wind slouching toward crumbling horizons.
all corners and leverage snarling at gravity. all rain and wind slouching toward crumbling horizons.
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all corners and leverage snarling at gravity. all rain and wind slouching toward crumbling horizons. the distance that measures us is a frail conceit.
all corners and leverage snarling at gravity.
all rain and wind slouching toward crumbling horizons. the distance that measures us is a frail conceit. we touch each other through our decaying masks.
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