Saturday 10/25/2014 11:53:00 PM

bleak epiphanies wear their salve. in thick wrinkles and small scars. the end is untamed and quite curious. full of impatient resolve.

the box is sealed. the darkness is taut. the hours forget. the distance becomes us. limping over every shadow.

the miles confess. earnest repent more stage than solvent. labor and division worn well enough.

her choices all thumb tacks and pie crusts. the stubborn island. the official ceiling. laughing through the tears.

vacancy's ubiquitous parasites. whispering of when the blood was still fresh.

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