Saturday 6/25/2016 02:29:00 AM

the distance accused her. a famine of when. as the timeline corrupts. the hours hunt. curious predators in a fury of impotence. crippled gods wearing the world in shreds.

pencil marks chase the edge. draw the colors against the grey. curious monsters assemble their machines. the empty autonomy of wasted lovers and paper dictators. as they negotiate the rain.

callouses form on the past. the timeline shrugs. what we were, we can never be again.

earnest predators wear the distance as loud as they can. broken bridges argue with the wind. the world in needles. the hours in thread.

the borrowed wealth of youth is spent. and we are beggars once more.

as tight as we tie the knots, still, they always comes undone.

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