the angles were sharp as we manipulated the math. whispers of how and gravity's weight unwilling to reconcile. as time gnawed on the knots in our skin.
no goodbyes.
the colors shouted. angry actors on a crumbling stage. the truth confessed. its blade crooked and bright with our blood.
no lies unspent.
i searched for the edge. solving for the center. want divisible by loss.
the last word is always the smallest.
that final touch throbs against our cages. delivering its poison in silence.
no windows unbroken.
we spend our lives treading this flesh. drowned by every touch.
no scratches uninfected.
we tried to breathe under water for so long that we were suffocated by the surface.
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