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You Can’t Kill Time

The existential vacuum howls, it screams, strings of drool, mouth agape.

Pushing us to silence it under the blunted blows of our momentary escapism.

A sigh of relief as we step with clumsy feet and scuffed up shoes toward the encroaching void.

Trying to strike a balance between action and distraction.

Splashing gasoline against the flames with measured wrists and splintered lips.

Trying to waltz our way, to our graves, with something left to miss.

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