i was never human to begin with; we were never made of stars. a false position across the table from filth and earth. negotiating the terms of your immortality. truly if the sky and the earth touched like tender lovers, it should have landed somewhere in the middle. i don’t even exist in this dichotomy. somewhere between a ghost and an idea. dying diving off someone’s lip and failing to hit the page. forgotten like a thought before the dream. just carbon based lifeforms. neon based lifeforms; a sign. helium based lifeforms. floating, flying, feeling, overflowing. falling.
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