Monday 12/05/2016 01:07:00 AM

the moment chokes. its throat full of epiphanies it cannot bring itself to swallow. its fists rancid with the remnants of desperately absolute truths.

her depths. her shallows. achingly similar. pennies spent on unanswered wishes.

life comes and goes. in the vaguest spectrum of recurring colors. the obscene indifference of flesh and bone.

sallow bridges constructed from the acrid sweat of discarded lovers.

frail time machines boasting all the brutal paradoxes of hope and reason.

the dull edge scraping. blunt razors probing skin. searching for blood.

the volume of how so loud. as it digs its paths. in the soft soil that still remembers when.

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