at the delta of time

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to be alive at the end of the world
a place i can peak over its edge
temporal, imploring, for you to finally jump

meet me here, at the delta of time
where shards of memory gather into islands
shining, and paralyzing silence

the strings of our dimensions,
alleviate the tension
as i, play them for you, as i

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