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the simple knots that we struggle to undo. listen as we crawl inside their puzzles. 
voices lost in the spaces between where we are and the voids we're chasing. 

the empty corners flaunt their tombs. cold remainders in a lingering inferno. 

the slope of time much too steep. 

the edge laughs out loud. at the obvious thieves under ...

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Remainders

 all the little numbers add up.
gravity clenches its fist.

as we run along the edge. daring it to trip us.

denominators in smeared lipstick. flirting with arrogant decimals.

we're sure. because what else can we be. as we pretend to know what we never can. 

we're thin. and taut. slender strings desperate to retain all that is moving ...

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the distance penetrates. sharp curves and sour slopes. 
searching for the places under our skin where the truth hides. 

time tangles its knots. and we are helpless again. 

the ache sells its stories. broken windows for us to sneak inside. 

curious monsters in random masks. biting the wind. 

measuring our progress in t...

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 no names nor ugly apertures. only the constant of the orbit. as the center strains against our hunt. 
the peculiar division of words. all wet paint and spoiled corners. the ache of the perpendicular. as time peels away our skin. 

no more counting. as the catastrophe unwinds us. 

just numbers. alone in their utter absolution. and all the e...

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swallow the machine. the tender wolves. 
and the angry swine. 

too thirsty to taste. 
too hungry to swallow..
the truth staining their lips. 

tease the gears. 
the autumn scabs. 
and the summer scars. 

not quite deep enough. 
to let us forget.

touch the edge. 
bite down on grav...

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