time never mattered much. a sleeping genie. soiled by wishes we dare not confess.
this skin was only a method to find each other.
we spoiled in the frail arithmetic of liars and thieves.
the taste of when turning to blood on our lips.
we suffocated in the clutch of paradise.
stunned by its arrogance.
we are ghosts in the skins of ourselves.
licking love's fangs. thirsty for its venom.
Thursday
9/08/2022 12:24:00 AM
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