Colliding with liquid
Faster hits harder
Not moving out of the way, it consumes everything running though a network of tracks
Pulling one direction
Tricking minds
To see something that was never there
… that was created as an illusion to escape the truth
Like an addiction it makes you want more
The feeling doesn’t get better
Things don’t look good
It will be retold
Regurgitated stories in porcelain frames
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