precipice that kept it sane' kept it afloat even as you slid further and further
away in real life and newly rediscovered sanctimony.
even as we lay side by side and the workers could glimpse us.as they
worked the neighboring flat.
It sits like a verified ECG minus the company that it once stood far.
Afloat. Apart. It’ll end up like us. Dead wood beside the struts of
the I-told-you-so hypocrites who breed like dogs in secret yet know
how to appear to play by the rules they create and set.
For the rest of us.
For you and me.
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