The Sharpest Sword

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the world arrived in a dizzying array of scattered puzzle pieces. 

a swamp of soft flesh to swallow us. 

all their voices part of the broken picture that our bodies had yet to solve. 

we never asked permission. we just took what we needed. 

running down the mountain. chased by all those boulders. 

stunned by how quickly they overtook us. 

it was never time that we needed to charm. the years were more than patient. 

it wasn't our loyalty that betrayed us. it spent every penny so carefully. 

it's our words that have always been the most dangerous. 


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