Monday 10/17/2022 10:54:00 PM

life happens in the absence of tomorrows. slivers of when in idling time machines. 

bloody needles pulling knotted thread through fading scabs. 

touch places its bets. gambling on our weakest desires. 

the body is an artifact. a parable of flesh. written by liars and thieves. 

i waited for the sky to fall. i tried to catch it, but i wasn't strong enough. 

we drew in the empty spaces. a frenzy of colors. 

we shouted at the intersection. as we turned sharply into the loss.

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