there are times
when we fall
from the face of the earth
when our boundaries
are broken
and sorrows
unsaid
i swore to recall this
in autumn’s recluse
though the spiral
had naught
but to spare me
the thought
of a dull blade
led by the sun
displacing this state
of displeasure
replayed like the dawn
through the slits
by the surface
i ran
to her voice
but the void
beckoned homeward
in fear
would i find my accord
Max, or Not 
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Max Meunier/Max or Not
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your words are ever moving, friend. lovely <3
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Sometimes, home drives us, without ourselves even knowing it, and we end up, right where we started…
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