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We do not think of the future and we forget the past at alarming rates. The present is lived in five day layovers and fastings. Over time your lines have blurred; you used to push me away, now we don’t let go. I have become molded more firmly, drying concrete under UV: push your fingers into my form and initial it. All our moments take place on sidewalks.

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