Tuesday 10/04/2022 11:13:00 PM

 the years remained ambivalent as our skin stretched taut against its growing expanse. worn pencils solving endless mazes. 

we spent the fever in greedy expectation. seduced by the freedom of sickness. scavengers in a world of corpses. 

he said the pain would know our names. 

i confessed that i'd prefer to remain a stranger. 

the sky fell. like we always knew it would. we chewed on the sun and waited to be incinerated. 

time cut its path through our memory. rusted keys in stubborn locks. 

the boxes we were so desperate to open. finally exposed as containing nothing. 

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