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Built to count and be resented, I keep sunsets like unpaid bills. Rust freckles my arms; swallows sign the register. Antennas forget their purpose. Cars pass under like fast confessions— a thousand lives a minute, none of them mine. I bless them with shadow and move on. If I come down, the sky will miss a rung. Until then, I measure distance in silence. We pass, we pay, we pass.
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I was built to count and be resented. Now I keep sunsets like unpaid bills. Antennas forget their purpose; birds perfect signatures on my arms. Cars pass under like fast confessions— a thousand lives per minute, none of them mine. I bless them with shadow and move on. If I come down, the sky will miss a rung. Until then, I measure distance in silence. We pass, we pay, we pass.
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