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Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Wednesday 5/10/2023 11:41:00 PM

time sold its candy. our coins already spent. we spun. hammers in the thick of expectation. shattering every step. 

distance built its boxes. our everything inside. we scratched our names across the top. and earnestly closed the lid. 

we stumbled. slouching predators suffocating under the weight of our hunt. 

the table collapsed as we set the meal upon it. 

the moment bit down. the skin was broken. 

fortified by loss. 

we swallowed the blood. 

monsters denied their claws. 


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