Friday 10/08/2021 10:59:00 PM

 thoughts are a pendulum. swayed by the inertia of want. 

time puckers. at the sour of our desire. a crisp cone spilling over with the sweet of melting moments. 

we slip inside the lies. drowning in straw and bricks. as the wolf gathers his breath. 

we spend each other. as the currency of flesh fluctuates.

infuriated as hope bankrupts us. 

we invest in our shame. determined the truth can be convinced. 

we scribble on each other's flesh. all those little  promises that can't be kept. 

certain of their strength until the moment that they collapse. 

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