Soft Mass

No lost pain like the one we got
Caught in the middle so simple
Drafted out of collage
Drafted right under the door
Preposterous
She shivered her slumbers
Pushed onto a fast filament
Then sand blasted the diminishing horizon
She said goodbye
Having been hello'd to death
But it happens so fast in path
So slow in motion
These presets
Not good enough for long drives
But solid for returns
On envelopments
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8.26.13

Evening Dispatch