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Can’t.
Nought.
Time-slips.
Mind failing grip.
Erased, hazed, dazed.
Feeling one dimensional...
one-mensional.
Dead.
At rest,
as if I
was an immovable force witnessing the currents of all,
unknowingly,
permeating,
osmosizing,
through and around my little thumb twiddling self
Written by mjolnir (Dgim K. Bo)
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