rubber_band
raze
maybe
it's
foolish
to
feel
anything
for
a
tattered
tool
you've
never
put
to
use
.
still
.
i
missed
it
when
it
was
gone
.
i
guess
i
started
believing
it
would
always
be
here
.
and
there
was
comfort
in
that
.
the
snow
was
what
finally
brought
it
somewhere
beyond
my
reach
,
at
least
until
the
sun
saw
fit
to
melt
everything
.
the
beige
rubber
band
has
moved
closer
to
the
fence
.
it's
a
little
beat
-up.
its
face
is
flecked
with
dirt
.
but
it
hasn't
left
me
yet
.
if
i
want
to
see
who
i
really
am
,
all
i
have
to
do
is
take
a
walk
down
the
driveway
and
stare
into
that
scuffed
sphere.
it
just
might
be
the
most
honest
mirror
i've
met
.
230210
...
past
peeling
the
ossified
remains
off
a
bundle
of
carbon copies,
the
obsolete
ink
pounded
into
the
outer layer
by
a
typewriter
adheres
to
my
hands
as
the
hardened
rubber
betrays
its
past
elasticity.
how
many
layers
of
abandoned
technology
are
at
once
failing
and
succeeding
in
presenting
preserved
remains
of
past
decisions
?
how
many
lives
are
encoded
in
these
imprinted
pages
,
the
smudged
text
telling
fragments
of
stories
,
broken
pieces
of
lives
lived
fully
and
fleeting
moments
captured
by
the
state
in
the
hammering
moments
of
a
clerk
recording
dispensations
granted
.
what
arrogance
to
take
these
carefully
recorded
, collated,
and
preserved
glimpses
of
passions
into
the
social
web
in
which
they
flourished,
fought
,
failed
.
230210
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
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