A Cargo of Green Hearts
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even in the ruin of time
somehow the world goes on carrying its old gravity around a star that may have adopted us by choice or by chance we will never know but here is our small compartment on earth we bear our choices as if branded: to love or not, to be tender or selfish to step out of our doors and feel the rich grass squeak under our feet or to bury ourselves in dark closets that smell of old shoe leather. all except for time which we cannot choose which runs ahead of us then, one day unexpectedly runs out, our feet dangling in the temporal air, where we will wish if only for an instant for another choice. Comments are closed.
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