Monday 10/01/2018 12:03:00 AM

the weight of the wind is measured in years. soft locks negotiate the corners in our flesh. the geometry of want crumbles under the strain of time's resistance.

we wear the hunger. in loose ropes and heavy stitches. the promise of tomorrow loud against our panic. the distance stumbles as we choke on the map.

curious orphans basking in the fury of our discontent. each moment candy melting on our tongues. sweet, yet empty.

alive by fractions. dying in whole numbers.

the end festers. below the cuts. a persistent disease. choices solve for us. an impossible equation.

the corners bend. gravity softens. we soar for a moment. then we crash.

a well suffocating on wishes.

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