trudging down serenity,
chaos echoed in little puddles,
austerity of life felt blank,
yet the dichotomy gave cactus cuddles,
do i settle?
or is waltzing on the wind my skin,
freezing the clocks,
talking with lungs,
or racing down leaving the second's hand behind
silently without any casual jerk of the tongues.
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