million miles of messages unread,
what was that
you tried to imply?
what's been said
stays defined.
You've seem so sad
since last July.
in the depths of the core I heard,
calm resignation hides.
every single buzzing word
dies.
But right here - multiplies.
And the world
drifts away
from our weary feet fast.
there's a sorcery strange that makes everything last.
paper - thin towers
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