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Eh? Again? Already—soon to come—right now? …Like last time.
Cimmerian we all become for a moment or several.
Like a being in aphotic waters, hearing mum-mum-mumblings of shadows.
"I cant see a way out" until you do. "I can't" until you want to.
Purposeful, perplexing pages pondering—pleading. Purity picks Pain.
"Stations! To your stations! The threat is passing. I repeat. I repeat. I re—"
Easy to forget until it comes back—always eventually.
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K. Kocheryan
I write, delete, write, and on most days, delete again.
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Comments (2)
Beautiful! Love the formatting and the powerful imagery.
I love the abstract nature of this one. It follows a stroyline, but it's not so linear and definite. It teases and draws the reader in without each line being so distinct that it's easy. <3 It's lovely, artistic.