on cartographic plane
Not truth— but travel.
Oceans stretched, poles swollen.
Errors magnified. Paths made clear.
We do the same. Inflate what wounds.
Shrink what stays.
No honesty, just direction
on cartographic plane.
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-06-22 at 01:31
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