at the edge of every

February 25, 2015

at the edge of every
moment, you can
look, but not
touch,
feel, but
not make sense –
the seconds rub
their wings together,
the milliseconds
loosen their
grip. it’s the
perfect setup –
a postcard moment
for those
without stamps
.
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