The Loneliness of the Last

The Loneliness of the Last Always exposed, never sharing the comfort of between, you see only the departed diminishing with each second’s passage, blurring, shrinking, and finally blinking out, all points erased in the null, an eye closing in the tunnel. Or, inhaling the fragrance of an unseen orange grove filtered through coal and thick, […]

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