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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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