Our Time…
La durée
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1 min readApr 25, 2020
Dust grinds down teeth, a bite-size-loss of self begins,
breezes rupturing time, carry tainted smells of senses in decaypast-present-future reside in dormant memory,
assimilating like fractured fractals failing to repeatdissolving dreams fizzle upon tongue — error 404,
durational longing slowly dulls deep-rooted aching…
© Lara Geary 2020
