Pursuit

 

Sister

In the parking lot

Having fallen

Unmendable

Indifferent to the earth

Its black ice

 

Now you’re gone

Only too often

Like all the time

Always the same thing

Also known

As nothing

 

Once you gestured

Things pursue me

 

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memory documentation and manipulation
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