Saturday 10/03/2020 10:53:00 PM

 the occasional lies told us. in licorice and cotton candy. whispers of choices lost to circumstance.

the severity of skin confounded. as she wrestled with her time machine. everything growing louder against the deafness of so many changes. 

the corners laughed. as the end confessed. that we had never begun in the first place. 

the rain fell softly. as she gathered her fists. ready to fight for her fading poisons. 

everything shrinks. as distance's appetite increases. 

little voices made of clay. stuck in the shape of silence. 

we thread the needle. we try to mend. but our knots are too small. our stitches don't take.

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