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the angle of trust is dependent upon the trajectory of skin.touch stumbles through its math. distance devours the remainder.
we clutch the pieces. imagining the whole. frail predators gnawing on empty bones.
time crawls out of its skin. a charlatan in sweet smelling robes.
life presses itself against the glass. but the truth refuses to let it in.
we're only a scratch on the face of eternity. that barely bleeds.
the wolf quivers in his hunt. salivating at the thought of the kill.
but his prey is evolving. learning. his weaknesses.
his earnest claws an impotent artifact.
his once ample fangs, dulled by time.
his once ample fangs, dulled by time.
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