Blades

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2018

I long for the past because of my mindful, prideful ability 

but I yearn for the future because the recollection of yesteryear

vanishes in a truly merciless fashion

where visions fade

but emotions remain

we don't remember nouns anymore

just the blades

of a sordid

sworded

end game 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Was the intro for 'this place is nicer' for years but now really realizing this doesn't totally match the vibe of the rest of that writing, so I gave this its own space to breathe :) 

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