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when we were younger

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Cold permeates and the year is ending. Time unfolds the outer petals of a rose. In the frigid beauty there is pain untouchable moments run through us as tiny particles reminding us of our smallness. M

this brief interlude pierced by realities ever crashing blow ballooned beyond your perception I become the ever present vision of myself standing before the strange altar beauties sleep whispers the w