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June

A moment in time that felt completely undisturbed by time itself

I think it would have lasted forever, but I was the only one who could end it 

So I knew it would

Spinning spirals of warm air, uninsulated walls, uncovered and soaked in shuttered sunlight

I wished I would be found, thousands of years later, moss covering my cracked-concrete sleep

I knew I wouldn’t

I might as well have been turning to stone, the weight of my stony softened limbs pushing me deeper into the mattress

I’d give myself up to be corrupted by nature, never to be preserved but to be returned

A moment meant for eternity

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