existing deep in time.

Chasing cars.
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Fashioned me into what I am today.
Like a searchlight, coursing all through. Reflecting the revulsions.
Constructing in time.
Fortunate enough to reveal me to myself.
Factually, actually, we do lie close.
Still searching, and still satisfied, yet unsatisfied.
Of the warmth thats shared.
Only when you're heard, like poison.
Stay calm, olde friende.

Our time runs out.
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