Monday 9/30/2019 10:35:00 PM

tell me how it was we lost each other. no tidal wave. no hurricane. just carelessness and sunburn..

tell me how alive i ever was. when i was born the moment we first touched. and died the instant we stopped.

all our lies. they try, but they're prey. they can't hunt. and the truth is always hungrier.

i don't count the days, though i imagine they still count us. musty picture books made from fresh hope and stale semen.

empty chambers in a gun that still points at us.

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