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Distance Over Time
Wednesday 7/20/2022 11:14:00 PM

 we lied when we said we could see. 

the animals spinning on their claws. the monsters polishing their horns. 

the world filled with storms that didn't care to learn our names. 

we spent ourselves in fits of how. rats. gnawing on the wires that gave us power. 

emperors in leaden robes. climbing stairs that collapsed under our weight. 

we lied when we said there was a cure. that time could liberate us from this prison. 

we waited. in cheap lipstick and borrowed clothes. but time betrayed us. 


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