Tuesday 2/08/2022 11:24:00 PM

we are a catastrophe of choices. drowning in rotting questions. 

 we survive by the grace of our lies.

we hunt with rage for bullets. 

we taste each other with paper lips. 

until the rain comes to erase us. 

time insists. all its foul numbers. all its bruised promises. 

the truth carries on. dragging us with it. 

i don't have a name they can call me by. 

i'm a stranger to everyone.

i always have been.

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