Alastair Pearson‘ 14
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Alastair Pearson‘ 14
Here we find our heart, stony ribs embracing the mausoleum
We move as one, unknowing paradox Walking, unencumbered, our dreams floating skyward
Arrival, the tic-tac of the crossroads rising towards us as we fall
We meet, arms outstretched
I smile, pulled upwards and over, reversing and tumbling back to you, normal
Two reflections at the end of the night, One horizon stretching into another
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