i'm an alien to this conversation. arriving just in time to leave behind. i couldn't believe this dialogue. i couldn't believe the mirage that eyes had settled upon. moving forward lurching sickly toward. some tired mantra some tape recorder. stuck in playback eating up the tape. i'm not a believer in words. yours or mine just vanish in time. meaningless to all eternity. our bodies are like pieces of paper. cut out of a mill and rolled and bleached and thrown away.
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