Thursday 5/13/2021 11:19:00 PM

 the world shouts from its crumbling ledges. all paper heroes and sobbing clowns. as gravity shrugs. 

the distance becomes us. all knives and ransom. as time takes its hostages. 

it's all corners and butterflies. as the road slowly swallows us. 

we're shards. a million broken pieces. hungry to find a pattern. 

the whole was lost long ago. but our grief connects these dwindling remains. 

we're a voice that doesn't speak. we're eyes that are unable to see. a collection of shadows fortified by a fleeting touch.

we're animal. the bastards of evolution. drowning in now's apocalypse. 

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