how is your hearing?
how is your memory?
the lines cross
and what's left is a glorious blur of revisionism.
the woman ate the girl
and now she's hungrier.
time's expanse does not exclude you
or include me.
the harbinger was attraction.
we should have seen this coming.
but you won.
but you're miserable.
so i guess i won.
but at what cost?
the fragments are still flying.
neither of us see in color or in black and white.
we just weigh measurements
and hope one got more than the other.
a tug of war between the blind and the deaf.
and as long as shots don't ring out
the least damaged will go home.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
how is your hearing?
how is your memory?
the lines cross
and what's left is a glorious blur of revisionism.
the woman ate the girl
and now she's hungrier.
time's expanse does not exclude you
or include me.
the harbinger was attraction.
we should have seen this coming.
but you won.
but you're miserable.
so i guess i won.
but at what cost?
the fragments are still flying.
neither of us see in color or in black and white.
we just weigh measurements
and hope one got more than the other.
a tug of war between the blind and the deaf.
and as long as shots don't ring out
the least damaged will go home.
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