a7 on Nostr: a thousand short messages a few hundred broken visages coughed up what was left empty ...
a thousand short messages
a few hundred broken visages
coughed up what was left
empty out the old
bring in the new
really its a sort of theft
raking through the past
you will always be last
unable to mend
the little threads all around
i dont understand
how the light bends
sounds within sounds
not so much made
but without
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