Juddering between remembering and getting on I stall in the periphery of her. Have you looked? I found her by the station but the train was delayed/ the train was an unreality you made up to please me. I want to help but I keep focus on my hands. These useless objects we hoard. I search for the hurt but instead I find your Facebook feed and it’s the anniversary of my ascension. Are you still waiting? I tried to knock but I didn't know how to form, these things I say to please you. I keep thinking about that slow worm do you think it made it? I can't protect everything/ I don't protect anything. What am I supposed to do with my hands, are they for - but you're out of focus, you're out of focus. ✱✱✱
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