broken pieces 2
sometimes we see the wreckage
We glide over, touch it, try to understand. We’re still in motion—but a twisted, pointless shell feels alive as a freeze-frame of the moment we crashed.
Sometimes we can only watch. That’s enough.
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one of the nights Nicole came over, she dropped her bracelet
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