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Hanlon's Razor

cold as you remember. no light to clutch your skin. who we are is a simple equation. where we've been over how far we've strayed. though the numbers are soft. the remainders are rigid. it's a simple currency. flesh for flesh. regardless of the weight. it's a curious debt.that's rarely repaid. warm as you recall. the decimal's tende...


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time swallows us slowly. sweet candy skeletons laced with putrid marrow. though hunger pays it no mind. change hunts gradually. sharp claws scratch the surface. while underneath the tender meat remains. waiting turns sour. closed eyes forget how to see. the truth bangs its hammer. and all the nails slither into place. there are no lies. only spoiled memories. w...


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the lines resolve to something narrower. that's what truth is. colors without names. and lips that never move as our words trample them. the distance solves for when. a curious magician searching for his rabbit. the corner is loudas we scrape the edge. the void is silentas it sticks out its tongue. the bridge tremblesunder the weig...


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359 Degrees

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 our skin. gravity b...


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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 away from us. we're atmosphere....


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