Sad Labels:
frailties
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hyperbole
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
names in the distance. scattered in all directions. the wind gathers its coins. eager to spend us.
the darkness counts out loud. delicate flesh bent by gravity's whims.
open zippers on time's trembling wrists. stain tomorrow's tattered dress.
the animals claw at the math. the end of the world in lingering hiccups.
the predator is tamed not by the struggle. but rather the lack thereof.
places to visit. wept from open sores. touch threads its needle. seduced by our cuts.
hope wanders. eyes closed. feet bare. flirting with the remains of its skin.
a skeleton dancing in a dirty gown.
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