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when every second brings me to knees, brought to buckle,

when every second brings me to knees, brought to buckle, but so true are they, these bent pillars, knowing there will be time to run later, when the world’s done turning and she’s stopped infront of me/to know the world isn’t so alone anymore, but that we can take it, together/that the world isn’t so alone anymore, but that we can run across this land, to fly without a feather/and i’m kneeling here, wondering, is the wander worth a letter, or should i stay?; by the time i make my mind, you’ll surely be anywhere but around these/anywhere but around these weakened walls/anywhere but around this wasted fool/anywhere but around to be around me

with two in warmth of/on chest, as you lay,
above a wielded mace on shelf

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