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Scott Peterson 2049 (08/09/2015)
As I lay here finding sleep
I found you in its stead
drifting down into the deep
breathing in molasses black
stretched out thin as cello wire
abyssal tides to rip us back
event horizon duality
cliffjumping back into my chest
miles back in this shell named home
shocked stockstill by my deafening breath.
You never were, and I never roamed
not once
not once to the ends of the earth
th...
Monday 10th August 2015 1:36 pm
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