here?
where?
out there?
but somehow, still not flyingdrink
drank
drunk
supped
intermingled
tangled, scrambled
ascension, redemption
running, facing, fanning, spanning for years
trick the hands of time, a line for loss, for years
and so it goes
this is a sad life to face.
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