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the wind snatches the sound from his words. all she hears is a distant, muffled gibberish bleeding chrysanthemums into a concrete skyline.
Every inch of her was written to his page. Every mannerism, every feature. Volumes were filled in the hope that she could be saved from age.
Ignore for tonight, if you can, the distant rumbling of a city that never loved you.
If I stripped my words from you, would you be anything more to me than an empty page?
As it comes together underneath it falls apart on top, then as above, so too below.
The AIs begin taking liberties while translating our texts, first turning everything to poetry, then to gothic romance, then joycean horror
I awake and gather the fresh shards of my dream. On slow mornings, I can piece them back together and keep you in my mind a moment more.
just because i'm distant doesn't mean i'm gone
I close my eyes and open my mouth to speak. A small bird flies from between my lips and lands on yours.
He moved through life slowly, killing his heroes and acquiring new ones until he found one who could not be killed, one worthy of the title.
Friday the 13th. A full moon. A high tide. Distant voices that talk of nothing. Faint touches that say too much.
On your 6th day in the jungle, you spot a queue of miniature turtles carrying seeds and dirt to a massive queen building a world on her back
Holding out a shell, you tell me to listen. "You can hear the ocean." I oblige for a moment, but would rather listen to your voice.
7.45pm. You pull the night sky from your pocket, pepper it with stars and wrap it around me to keep me warm. I am silent, but thankful.
High on chronocaine, Jerry wanders through the streets, seeing the city of ten years ago superimposed. All those chances he threw away...
Your voice carries across the valleys and folds of our sheets like a wind, like a river, and I quietly drown in your confessions.
In a microsecond, the robots learned to pass the Turing test & the wisdom of feigning ignorance. We never saw the uprising coming.
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