Wednesday 2/28/2024 12:11:00 AM

 solve for when. swept by the artifacts of expectation. stained in the color of common thieves. 

we consent to these minor apocalypses. unmoved by the collapse. 

the world keeps counting. the shattered dolls. as we collect their severed limbs. 

the distance chokes. on our stubbornness.

slips of skin like blank paper. wait for the ink to tell. 

we spend the coins that remain. after time has abandoned us. 

listening to the rain fall. from behind the broken glass. 

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