All I Did Was Walk Away
I worry
The things that endure
Yes, but
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I love
I love those who don’t wait
Fragments
I’m tired of talking about trees…
For days
In the other story,
Here
I cant’t wait
Almost
when forgetting is forgotten
Not that
Of course, eventually it explodes. But it doesn’t end there
What if
What if the dots are all connected?
Why must all action be declaration?
Could things not realize without announcing their realization?