Monday 1/29/2024 12:03:00 AM

 shame the darkness. it knows too much of our desires. 

we are compelled by trundles of loss. uneven gods groping at the cold confectionaries of time. 

the sugar melts. a sweet purgatory 

tear the corner. scrape the edge. those choices race through us. collision after collision. 

we're tender. all covered in lies. 

we're students. awash in all these pieces. all our lessons forgotten. 

strays adrift in the petulance of skin. 

merchants of touch marooned in a disconnected world. 

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