working a corner
splitting hours into measured teaspoons
increments, a vehicle
no subtext
no subjects
no gnawed off gaze
full on sprint
faster than anything
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lubricate my thoughts
on a cruel and ironic fate
merely a broken axe
searching for bisectable aim
chemically driven endurance
cold exhale, waiting to get high
sometimes these realizations
take a really loooong time
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feel absently for your chest (already left the planet)
see it all in relatives (just two tall glasses)