This pole is standing... nothing near it. Asking no one to hear it... lifted out and dragged away to a new path the pole resides... it lacks the distance left cold by your sway, your hair left stains in the wind... frozen to the poles eyes your standing in the way. This metallic pin poking at your side... this needle hanging out of your arm... your
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