exorbitant speed
pulls me apart, rips my seams
blurs all my edges
--
mesmerizing dust
coats our hands and our faces
we turn to the sky.
--
you walk down alone
trailing a shadow of thought
into a streetlamp.
Hello.
- I am a tree-rabbit.
- Sometimes I write things. They're rough and they're seldom decent, but they're things-- sort of. Feedback is very welcome.
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