the end of the world comes and goes. so many tiny knots along a endless rope.
random touches wander all the little mazes that populate our skin.
while we choke on the stray words that get caught in our throats.
life is a series of corners. each one sharper than the last.
we are a catastrophe of choices. unfolding our paper cups.
desperate to catch a few raindrops before our vessel dissolves.
slowly dying of thirst in a sea of water.
time waits for us at the edge of our grief. eager to ask a simple question.
how far are we willing to fall.
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