Tuesday 10/17/2023 11:25:00 PM

dark as it came to be. heavy roads soft with fragile kisses.

the often wore our crumbling faces. the slippery crowns of monarchs purchased without lease. 

no more little beggars to pilfer from the apocalypse. 

the silence churned in soiled blouses. ripe lips artfully disguising its rotting teeth.

time opened its box. to count the debts we had accrued. 

we danced to the grunt of absent gods. the dirty confessions of bankrupt thieves. 

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