Crumpled
I knew it would come.
It always does.
When you least expect it.
Uninvited,
like the Groke.
It freezes reality.
Crumpled,
all I can do is wait
for its grip to loosen.
Just wanting to drop,
to be swept away.
To forget.
To be forgotten.
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