like spilling ink.
before you blinked.
there s no turning back.
this avalanche.
underneath white flags.
by every stain of the past.
fairness is a ghost.
it is a rare bird at the most.
but every sighting is proof.
of such permanent truths.
of such permanent truths.
such permanent truth.
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