Wednesday 2/17/2016 12:19:00 AM

he was obvious. the simple arithmetic of lung and heart. numbers lost on equations more organic. he was only sinew and skeleton. a brittle treasure map full of promises and nothing more. eager angles at the corners of our escape.

the engine blisters.the road is spent. every touch a wager. wolves and woodsmen in the fairy tale of sober.

all her choices fraying rope.

warm winds in the dead of winter. open windows in the pouring rain. the fleeting paradise of gods and men.

heavy buckets with so many holes in them.

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