only moments will ever hold you,
only now we can haunt
the passages of your shame
and misery's sexy depths
should have known would have shown you
no endings in endless pockets
stuffed
overflowing,
dripping trails of
moaning static
from the eyes of
harlequin masks
armed with
projected rends
and grim future grins
never enough you save
against the moment that
swallows us whole
again
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