(I know)
hours are not the apocalypse
(imagine)
I search their mists and dusts
for security
composting fair warnings
once again
I have searched the horizon
where sun blinks
this day into some montage
of time-lapse
I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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