Traipsing Through

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By Tim Pozzi

This is what happens when you waste the time it would take to stitch new avenues. To build up a dynasty of proof, but you're all aloof and hiding trying to forget how sins don't bury themselves they only pick at you in the background. The heart is fragile as it wastes away, it takes a few days, then weeks, then years and maybe then peers start noticing trouble. The horizon line is frozen and time stands still in hopes of a chance to change the world's spinning rotation.

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