slipping to find that ground to stand
something here is worth everything of me.
it's time finally to give.
ending up with pockets full of distance
distracting the disposition between near and far.
close to the reality as the world continues to spin too fast.
images that stay need to be digested like a fan that only blows hot air in the heat.
we work against ourselves.
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