Monday 11/28/2016 11:43:00 PM

all the weighted metaphors. all the trembling thieves. a little bit of blood. to delineate the path.

 the sober angles. the drunken algorithms. as if we know each other. or ourselves. outside the confines of our despair.

the gradual dissonance. stale flesh. quaking with colors i long thought gone forever.

feasting on all the simple truths that stab so sharply. defiantly removing every scab. embracing the gorgeous ruptures that tore us this path.

the taut velvet of memory. pricking the sharp corners. teasing hope. feasting on the anguish.

swallowing hard. eager to taste.

the spoiling meat. the spreading famine.

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