Hit the line and backspace
Blinking line can go no farther
Back through the margins
Running through untamed forests
Smothered in snow
Back before the words were sent
Released into the unknown wild
From where I cannot get them
Back
Chasing down the wind
Searching for paper cutouts
Amid the blizzards
Thrown to the wastelands
Or maybe tucked against a lamplight
On the streetcorner of a populated city
Gone
No pushing back
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