Monday 7/02/2012 12:37:00 AM

one number. a legion of skin. one stab. amongst a cacophony of blades. downpours of silent deaths. to drown out the living. the poet. the smooth glass that caresses the flower. the man. the quake of choices that causes it to crack.

the stories. the science. her heart dense with schrodinger's cat.

the pain makes it true. everything else is just static.

the distance. one lifetime. maybe two. the hunt erupting under her skin. the physics of when. our decisions consumed us. small monsters aiming their poison arrows. death is a luxury of the young.

an excuse i outgrew a long time ago.

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