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Distance Over Time
Friday 11/25/2022 11:48:00 PM

 the distance barely heard us as we raced through the pain. slips of when in a catastrophe of why. orphans with feet made of lead. 

the horizon smirked as we struggled toward its eclipse. the sharp corners of our choices blunted by indifference. the foul of confession staining every path. 

we leveraged the lies against our sadness. and found the bargain suited us. 

the truth a prison to escape. 

we're so weak. it hurts to know how helpless love is. 

the skins we shed still ripe with what might have been. 


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