Barefoot, following a light that was never there,

flickering in and out of existence.

If the weight of mortality doesn't grow lighter,

does it at least get more familiar?

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Cities are built by man, and

they decay by nature;

Entropy always comes for its due.

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People, places, but nameless faces.

The longing to touch and be touched —

in this terrifying world,

all we have are the connections we make.