The future slowly drips into the present.
Six day-sized drops further, and the color of my life is much duller already.
My mouth feels dry, as my words must travel a much longer distance
not in a practical way, but surely spiritual.
My river of emotions has gone to dry up by the shore.
I wish I could see the waves.
Six day-sized drops further, and the color of my life is much duller already.
My mouth feels dry, as my words must travel a much longer distance
not in a practical way, but surely spiritual.
My river of emotions has gone to dry up by the shore.
I wish I could see the waves.
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