Large and wide, encompassing a great expanse. A thought turns into a wordless sentence. A brain synapse misfires, in a split second, never to track again. Lost in the great expanse. Across a void of empty space, infinite dark and cold, like blank spaces between galaxies, within the confines of my mind
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