

GravityGravityGravity
Falling, the line stammered in the absence of the mind. Uttered once through time, the minds eye falls into seclusion, the lie of life sketched with all that is into a single etch. The perversion carved so fluidly into air Lost to time, to space All but the devoid weep Out in the distance the lost are found, a shell of the former Lost from mind, lost to time. What is what was will never be Forget the future all that was will now be Muttered as constant as gravity The murmurs from the interwoven twine shudder with resonance. Resounding through th
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