Monday 11/07/2016 11:54:00 PM

she had spent her words on too much sober. she had sold her heart to the highest bidder.

 it creaked. it moaned. the buckling bridge between them. as they spit on gravity's arrogant approach.

 it's not truth. it's faith. something she doesn't have.

 it's curious spectacle. the shout of survival from the edge of surrender.

 the brutal folly of the lonely. trying too hard to love.

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