You told her that /time was constructed/ and she was too young to hear it.
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Constructed by whom?
/Who but the rulers of the sky who rake their fingers through the clouds and weave the atmosphere into golden nylon
Who have used a thick needle to push and pull that string through your skull
Even when you’re gloriously blank, laid down in crunchy leaves in autumn- drifting off into the spin cycle- listening to songs from days that have died in your legs/your throat/your stomach- do you feel it tugging?
FOR A LIMITED _____ ONLY!
RUNNING OUT OF ______.
I don’t have _______.
I don’t have _______./
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You told her that /that nylon string makes a beautiful cocoon to hibernate in until everyone is gone./