no little lies left to grow. she wears the chase. in contentious scabs.
the obvious thief. in time's heavy robes. ties the knot in yesterday's grin.
a temporary victory in a war the has no end.
the corners turn. adjacent to the smirk of the abyss. she tries to keep count.
as their faces tumble. choking on the machine.
telling their stories with broken smiles.
no lies left to cultivate. she discards the skins they've stained.
bargaining with the engine's teeth.
as they spit her out.
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