You slight your range in pursuit of newness
Pure novelty can’t endure
when you abuse those whose motion ranges routinely intersect yours
You could have it all
but the threat of rust makes you delusional
Again, you haste to replace familiar faces
with something fresh to reject soon
Letting every level-up layer onto your spine
as a protective coating beats weathering
and keeps all beaten levels accessible
Not to re-live, but to use
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