Friday 4/14/2023 11:23:00 PM

 the road was barefoot. as it trampled us.

numbers told. in ordinary conceits. shrinking skins. on the bones that remain.

sour utopias. in temporary hysterias. brittle locks argue with rigid keys.

time collects its walls. we are the architects.

the distance sews its masks. stealing our faces.

we gather our stories. thieves in paper dresses.

skin shouting. choices evolving.

touch's pendulum restless. as we confess our losses.

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