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If a future is kept alongside a flawed and failing memory, what is to become of it?

These undulating half-dreams seeps seamlessly in and out of my consciousness, sometimes intertwined as I see an ageless projection of the time you placed your hand on mine-

He grew
a
limb and
cut
it off

He
grew
a limb
and cut
it
off

He grew a limb and cut it
off

Our minds, seemingly escaping the numbing constrictions of our flesh and bones, matter that would be seen pinned on a cross, or lacerated with disgrace. Why had I been so obtuse, I wonder, when those words shatter like a block of ice thrown from above, abandoned to thaw and leaving merely a ghost of past grievances.

He grew a limb and cut it off

Perhaps watching us walk away was in fact an act of intimacy or some sort of egotistical rationalization of floating, empty signifiers. I think aifjen siemrn jusognt sowrnnak,  aiwnrp dnfownr fkf osudjn sk soawunma aowelmn. Sometimes I realise that socnwm ucienwn woshn wlikimni and the way you foemdl jsiemsla dwudn I become aosierkllm aommo not sitisnt soema toeirht aowment.

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