The parameters of your existence slip out of my fingers like the sand inside class that falls inside the hourglass, the grains that calculate the time of now as well as our past. The specks sift follow gravity, and we follow force like the pounding in my ventricles pumping a noxious mixture of blood and fear through my extremities. I have to scream but you will not hear me and your avoidance is evident.
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