Sad Labels:
clarity
,
cohesion
,
dark poetry
,
frailties
,
love
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
,
truth
forgotten strangers suckle at the scars on our wrists.the crumbling skeletons of rancid memories.
time is a mysterious drug. growing more powerful the less that we have of it.
a dull blade that scrapes our skin despite our petulant defiance.
we were alive once. in the thimble of its hysteria. wild prey kicking at the hunt.
voices crushed under their words. puppets strangled in their strings.
feral beasts. destroyed by the simple arithmetic of touch.
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