Tuesday 3/12/2019 11:03:00 PM

time spent us. in shallow puddles. in broken skins. we were still counting the miles long after they had forgotten us.

we were negotiating our seldom epiphanies. running in the rain. ignoring the distance. as the road bit down.

time spent its treasons. touch waged its wars.

it was over or had not yet begun. i searched for the difference.

we were so small. and the world was so large.

we dug. in the soil. lying. saying it was deep enough.

memories made their small cuts. clawing for leverage. as the end interrupted.

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