time stumbles over our flesh. a curious poison. we continue to crave.
the truth gnashes and bites. and we lap up the blood.
the hills test our resolve.as the climb grows steeper. we choke on the wind. all the same. it chokes on us.
we go nowhere. and everywhere. drenched in a hurricane of choices.
but what we can't have is the only thing we want.
the lies continue to tell us as we wonder when the truth will catch up.
the words are only a fraction. what isn't said is the bulk of the weight.
all the detours. all the apathy betrayal breeds. your confessions arrive in puzzles I've no interest in solving. Your truths are yours. Not mine.
we stack the bricks. relieved as our walls engulf us.
we're prisoners with the keys to our cages.
still freedom is a sharp cliff.
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