Monday 12/18/2023 03:45:00 PM

we wait. in the slopes of apathy. while the world feasts on our indifference. 

jesters in the pages of when. 

soft against the thrust of choice. calloused in the timbre of trust. 

pretending to visit. places that don't exist. 

we don't know. we never will. 

why it was. why it is. 

we are stern as time overtakes. fallen eyelashes on the cheeks of tomorrow. 

the walls set in their focus. 

some small trinket. like the puzzle of her lips. 

as they form the words that make it so. 


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