Tuesday 5/02/2017 12:16:00 AM

into the wind again. as we spoil for direction. foul with empty epiphanies. the journey withering. frail against the churn of confession.

proximity betrays. and we are lost again. drowning in the dpeths of expectation. biting the corners. suffocating under the heft of the surrender.

there are no doorways. only broken windows. ragged dolls. splintered smiles. the lazy monarchs of bone and blood.

simple thieves. take the obvious. chasing the tether. perspective means to defy.

her body whispers of outlines desperate for color. her voice trembles with truth's sharpest knives.

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