Its beautiful thing to have ones heart burst apart first thing in the morning. By words which, irrespective of time and place cut lovelingly all your skin open and leave you only able to stand breathing lightlife hard in as all bloodlife rushes out from your veins. Pulled into old and near past, present future and even more disorienting a new present new past and those past presents futures that may have been or almost were. And those you are still not sure can’t be.
The effect of a few letters strung together. Backed by a few thoughts, the trail of one finally thinking through perhaps, what they ought to have much earlier.
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