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This poem is about knowing yourself in spite of how others may perceive you. 

 louder than i remember it. quieter than it's ever been. thieves in plastic masks. wearing smiles made of skin. 

the edge kept pushing long after we'd fallen. 

the lies held their breath. the zippers sharpened their teeth.

we were counting out loud. as if someone was listening.

the sky fell. just as we knew it would.

we pretended to know. because that was our only defense.

collecting the buttons as the machine fell apart.

imagining someday the puzzle could be solved.

little dolls spent by catastrophe.

flaunting themselves in dirty dresses that never fit quite right. 

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This poem is about linear thinking and circular emotions. 

we steal time in broken sticks. weak  assassins in faded gowns.

he asked me how many times the sky had fallen.

i told him, i'd lost count.

we say their names. as if, that is enough to know them. anxious imposters in solvent mirrors.

time peddles its epiphanies in obvious machines.

we wrestle with the mechanics that would make us whole again.

change bleeds softly. distracted by the relentless ache. 

we pretend to know the strangers who corrupt us.

every penny spent. all debts fomented. every lie meticulously curated.

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this sad poem is about lateral choices and the limits of skin. 

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time drew its knots. eager orphans shed their skins.

the slope wore our voices. in stuttering salves. as if this disease has a cure.

we spun the math. manic architects trapped within our own walls.

our conspirators defeated by the astringent anatomy of touch.

the terrain choked on the remnants of our choices.

we conceded to gravity. perpendicular to shame. eager to fall.

our tethers strained. our collars chafed. as the world expanded without us. 

we bargained with the wolf. 

earnest carpenters of houses made from straw. 

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 we sold our voices to the loudest thieves. we wore their machines like second skins. 

we climbed the creaking stairs in search of Bethlehem. 

time flows in stuttering stitches and empty cups. a slouching grief that chafes against the panic of touch. 

a long series of zippers with our flesh caught in their teeth. 

monsters expelled from paradise. 

we go everywhere and nowhere. trapped in a irrevocable conceit. 

the corners ask our names. but they no longer belong to us. 

the distance grows impatient. smeared lipstick and honey on the cheeks of weakening assassins. 

we are simple. spent matches at the crux of the flame. 

we are merchants of a desperate equation. building our world with borrowed bricks. 

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the atoms collided. the molecules danced.

they touched. strangers in familiar skins. tasting each other's scars.

the walls shifted. worn by scavengers.

she solved the maze. only to find there was no exit.

she paused at the fissure. mesmerized by the disaster.

foolish enough to bargain with the ghosts.

the hours chewed on the pulp, but never swallowed the meat.

her voice all static. coins in torn purses. spent on nothing.

she looked over the edge. surprised by its redolence.

she looked over the edge. and listened as gravity laughed. 

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 the hours crumble. all broken teeth and bloody lips.

their names disappear. brief storms.

time perches on its pedestal. counting. always counting. grief's waning dividends.

their voices echo. stolen ladders that dare us to climb. even as the ceiling collapses.

the truth is patient. as it stumbles over our epiphanies.

we've had so many lives. jagged zippers solve for the remainder of our flesh.

the trickle of tomorrow carves its path.

undeterred by the impending flood. 

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