Even the tiniest gesture seems to take forever
Like a song glowing a curse
Sweeping up its own words
And this cloth used to have a texture
But it melted away long before
Or after
I arrived
I wish it was easier to breathe
As natural as breathing
Pick up what's left
But it isn't so
It just isn't so
No
Not so
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