Tuesday 11/08/2022 11:20:00 PM

 how loud the sun was as we struck against the wind. our bodies all fever. 

how well time wore us. slipping easily inside those open skins. a parasite playing the victim. 

we accumulated all the lies we could believe. undeterred by the truth. 

puppets in borrowed clothes. all tangled strings and withered stages. 

we lost ourselves in those curious poisons. 

strangers in each other's beds. 

we found ourselves in the destruction.

prey left to rot. 

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