Tuesday 10/13/2015 01:52:00 AM

there were footprints. choices in the silence. softly swallowing us. bruises in the rain. cuts in the wind. the random thieves that collect our pieces. the impotent flesh that attempts to reconstruct.

time has its frayed cartilage by which it moves us. yet we remain where we are. broken balloons tethered to our dying suns.

the miles faded. cheap crayons spoiling the color in abstract eternities. cold warehouses of skin and bone. eager to forget.

she only had the edge. the choke of the perpendicular. the simple arithmetic of distance. the complex equations of perspective.

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