Sad Labels:
clarity
,
dark poems
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
,
truth
corners cut. hills break. the rabbit runs. the tortoise gives chase.
the distance blinks and suddenly we're somewhere else.
time is a merchant. with nothing left to sell us.
all the words are loud, but meaningless.
the bottle tips. everything spills out. but we don't care. because the empty fits so well.
the distance chokes on itself. a cracked hourglass. all the sand spilling out.
time is a magician and we are the trick.
the wolves have their fangs. the sheep have their fences.
victims ask for permission. thieves ask for forgiveness.


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