Tuesday 10/17/2023 11:42:00 PM

 pieces form their images. a lie that never stops believing itself. 

as we run forward. the corners bite down hard. 


the skin tells its secrets.in a blissful surrender. touch steals the last of our resolve. 

the treachery of our bodies forgives nothing. 


we approach the edge abruptly. our bruised wings eager to prove themselves.

gravity whispers coyly. as we commit to the fall. 

little girls in heavy smiles. give away their final  kisses. 

to little boys in tumbling frowns. 

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