its the crimson flash -
the first pigment in a greyscale world
lungs scream for Oxygen
the smell of snow in autumn
wind between manicured toes
the fall.
the catch.
the sinking
BLINK
baby's precious golden lock
a pinprick
the silent steady rush of Heat.
time
hiccups back
another
shot
once
again
reexamine
no less
something
imperfect
a machine
in
control
no
control
as if...
sitting.
waiting.
when all
it wants is...
like
before.
a moment
eternity
the
antimatter of why
NOT I
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