I am terrified by this haunting holocaust. The clock strikes every nerve, every pain. You will never be where I want you to be. Never the distance. Never existent.
I am sick as an old song, desperate to be played. Many times. Golden times.
But now is waiting.
A gasp. Prolonged hiccup. Stretched silence.
I pull and stretch for that awaited snap.
And you tell me, the world is elastic?
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