solvent beggars shuffle their debts. time responds. the pale auditor of touch.
tense capacitors flirt with the skin. beholden to love's crumbling machine.
soft dolls lick their strained stitches. their tattered dresses stiff with shame.
their motionless faces dense with words they cannot speak.
the world approaches. in trampling footsteps and grinning wolves.
hysterical witches spend their candy on curious orphans.
soiled pockets fill with unused breadcrumbs. as they wander so deep into the forest.
that they forget that they are lost.
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