ive stopped believing in things, all these thing, regenerating cells, the onward momentum of here
so what if motions been proved and disproved or appropriated, revisions on revisions on tender thoughts, spread out across your limbless mind.
i gave you your name, i can take it back my only friend. its a physical lament of the severity and finality of what knowing or not knowing when mindlessness turns to carelessness (turning hands to disfigured ornaments) once meant. speak of it now,now is one mile closer to timeless, and i, i forgot to call eternity "never"
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