Sunday 6/26/2022 11:06:00 PM

 what did we know? everything and nothing. the same as always. running hard. eyes closed. fists cocked. liars weighed down with more truth than we can stand. 

time has various faces for us to wear. beginning. middle. end. shallow cuts that spread. 

spending each other in soiled bandages. ghosts bleeding through their sheets. as their masks are removed. 

what is time? as it accuses us. we are the witness. it is the judge. 

what is our crime? other than having lived?

our skin turns to paper as we confront the math. 

when did we stop counting. how close did we come?

wearing each other in halting journeys. knowing we'll never quite get there. 

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