Missing Skin

 

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small paths to follow. so many little things to destroy. 

we wear each other. loose skins and paper faces. heavy enough to give gravity pause. 


a listing vessel. on a shallow ocean. 

her voice full of numbers she can't reconcile. 


the lazy storm lingers. the windows stiffen. as she pretends to know when it will end. 


time draws on her veins. all the little stories she'll never tell. 

they hide in her blood and her tears. 


shards of when. those candy houses still stood. 


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