Tuesday 1/02/2024 11:46:00 PM

 no numbers too sharp. nor brittle truths to dismantle. 

stale shadows wear the strut of earnest pirates. 

torn by the scale of choices. swiftly spent. in obvious conceits. 

orphaned protagonists flaunt their animus.

the grin of waiting too sad to overlook. 

the sweet confessions of ignorant primates. 

the hours chew on our thoughts. until only the bones remain. 

words stick like safety pins in broken hearts. 

we've been waiting so long.

sometimes the world ends and we don't even notice that it's gone. 



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