Wednesday 11/01/2023 11:56:00 PM

we kept counting. long after all our coins had been spent. we wore the woods. touch our only compass. 

cradled by the loss. time was our tomb. 

fading names. the withering sum of strangers in familiar lies. 

failing partitions between love and hate. 

she chased the darkness. as it fumbled over her choices. in a caution of consents. pitying the frail creatures so easily corrupted by its stale promises. 

no one that we've known has ever truly seen our face. 

yet still we smile for them. 

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