Wednesday 9/14/2022 11:45:00 PM

 where we died, we hardly recall. strands of when in a chaos of how. we're monsters all the same. chasing each other with our buckets full of why. monkeys in borrowed gowns. dancing to songs that stopped playing years ago. 

we're liars with a little truth to spare. martyrs adrift in the arithmetic of thieves. 

we simmer in the pandemonium of context. dancing on our plastic limbs. to the music of our extinction. 

we let the world end. as we traced the veins in our fraying maps. 

we lied and said we could see. as the truth sunk into our skin. 

we clenched our fists and waited for the disease to forget. 

but it was too late. we were already dead. 

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