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One a roller coaster, built by a particularly horrid physics student. Feel. Live. Die. A thousand times each, because, you know, you are human.
One a flat flat plane. Still. Cold. Tundra. Frozen, not a wasteland but very close. So very close.
She has two paths.
I wince from the longing in her voice, as she leans softly towards the stillness, the shadows.
And yet.
I seek the ice.
I long for silence.
This roller-coaster-living will kill me,
shake me till all the bolts fall out and as I tumble I'll
take half the world with me and
the highs and the lows and I don't know
which is which, sometimes.
One a flat flat plane. Still. Cold. Tundra. Frozen, not a wasteland but very close. So very close.
She has two paths.
I wince from the longing in her voice, as she leans softly towards the stillness, the shadows.
And yet.
I seek the ice.
I long for silence.
This roller-coaster-living will kill me,
shake me till all the bolts fall out and as I tumble I'll
take half the world with me and
the highs and the lows and I don't know
which is which, sometimes.
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