Saturday 11/13/2021 11:24:00 PM

 we were slips of paper caught in the wind. we were thieves with nothing left to steal. we didn't know the colors. but they knew us. we shouted at the truth. but it could not be persuaded.

the storm arrived. brief, but violent. 

i stood in the wind. determined not to let it knock me down. i waited in the rain. drenched. but unwilling to drown. 

the we disappeared. and then there was only i. it wasn't my choice. 

the edges cut their margins. the years dismantled our lies.  

we're only as close as our last good bye. 

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