Saturday 11/05/2022 11:30:00 PM

 we spent the dark in bruises and paper cuts. orphans in soiled gowns. soft and feverish as the world tumbled over our flesh. equal parts poison and nourishment. 

everything is loud until it's not. 

time polished its pennies as we procrastinated over our wishes. 

every villain has a motive. 

the math sold our secrets. the thieves tore up their maps. 

nothing is lost until everything is. 

we choked on the places we had been. beggars on empty stages. long after the audience had left. 

we said the words. sometimes they said us. 

the truth  was bland as we swallowed  what remained of it. 

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