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When my middle is greying, the rest of me fades
into every absence I encounter. Walking
towards the loose glimmer by the grate, I
skip a step for cheap momentum and
try to get beneath them as they fall.
I'm crushed by coin but not enough
to stay lodged against the cheek of
a magistrate mogul that once lived and
once made many decisions. When I'm
found floundering under clutter, they'll
probably scrape me aside with a heaving,
heavy sigh, along with some stupid,
sympathetic word.