Wednesday 10/12/2022 11:15:00 PM

 the textures of when betrayed us. all gravel and spit as we counted the grains of sand time had left in our fists. 

the latency of how punctured our apathy. we solved for each other at life's insistence. 

jesters in broken bells. soldiers with grenades in our pockets. 

the years easily forgot what we never did. 

still standing outside that candy house. determined to find a way in. 

Long after every word between us has gone rancid.. and every last touch has decimated our flesh.

we're still waiting on the chance to destroy each other again.  

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