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negotiate the withered thorns.
the frail geometry of lingering scabs.
absent arbiters stumble toward vacant Edens.
the story whispers of deceit.
thin shadows lurking in the grin of gravity.
our masks are soft as we peel them away from our faces.
our pockets are empty as we search for the familiar.
change chokes on the remains of our grief.
choice cuts with a jagged blade.
time counts our pennies as we make our wishes.
lambs in wolf's clothing.
sipping the blood.
we lay down quietly. in truth's soiled bed.
and pretend to believe.
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