slivers of when scrape the veins.
in severed arms and borrowed skins.
hungry for an adversary.
our plastic eyes
unable to see the obvious.
we pause the end.
and tuck it away in our pockets.
full of dirty coins
desperate to be spent.
we polish the mirrors.
betrayed by their reflections.
we plead guilty.
though we know not what our crime is.
the numbers ripen. the colors sour.
and we begin again.
convinced by curious atoms.
that the decay is magnificent.
shattered candies cutting
sweetly at love's moist lips.
the hours tie their knots.
as the truth hardens.
we chase the remainders
as the math peels away our skin.
love is just a fraction.
the common denominator is us.
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