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Pulse

In the foggy desert, I saw the silhouette of the Man
Still—as if the world was built around where he stands.
Hesitant: should I approach, or should I yell,
I marveled at what I could see in his hands:
a gun—a form timeless, a shape shapeless—
As if crafted by all who died in the forgotten lands.
He lifted his hand, cold as the autumn wind,
And the bullet's howl echoed 'round us, ignoring all my demands

Melancholy (is) an appetite no misery satisfies - Emil Cioran
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Chat I'm going through an intense emotional bluntless so I'm not gonna be of use to anyone till it's over