A rhapsody of sore aches that engulf each sinew of every muscle as I breathe.
This is probably what love feels like multiplied into infinity, minus the tricep dips, the pilates pulses, squats and lunges.
on this slow moving one way traffic to life another day nears demise, one that wouldn't count nor matter, one that began just as it ends.
Devoid of sunrise, bereft of sunset; in a foggy haze of abstracted daze. skilfully coalescing into another shade.. like a swatch of paint samples in ombre grey to ominous black.
This is probably what love feels like multiplied into infinity, minus the tricep dips, the pilates pulses, squats and lunges.
on this slow moving one way traffic to life another day nears demise, one that wouldn't count nor matter, one that began just as it ends.
Devoid of sunrise, bereft of sunset; in a foggy haze of abstracted daze. skilfully coalescing into another shade.. like a swatch of paint samples in ombre grey to ominous black.
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