we whisper. counting our words between the last touch and the next.our voices expedite this flesh.
time fumbles with our stray encounters. the empty cages of our choices remain soiled.
tomorrow tastes like bubble gum and piss. we're only predators under the most foul of circumstances.
our fists full of candy and blood. we feed the monsters that wear our skin.
time takes our wagers. the virulent speculations of tamed animals.
life paints the edges. in colors we can barely see.
we run. chasing a long expired freedom.
tangled kites twisting in the wind.
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