Monday 11/16/2020 11:23:00 PM

 sometimes we die and no one notices. the pendulum of flesh refusing to wait for us. 

the empty rooms we think of as home. fallen ashes from forgotten fires. the crumbling staircases we climb. to reach each other. small lies in an abyss of hope. 

the moment stalls. eviscerated on the fangs of forever. 

we're counting out loud. pretending to know. how close we are. to finding each other. 

we're assembling our truths from pieces of tomorrow. unconvinced by yesterday's lies.

trust's zipper snags on what remains of our happiness. the puzzle pieces scatter. 

we try to remember. but it all melts like paper in the rain. 

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