the pain, that day, was inevitable.
conversely, the smell of
fresh grass on the back pockets of
our jeans brought about
an unmistakable vivid tenacity for life, the kind that leaves your
shaking palms drawing blood for nameless gods.
i would then press my damp fingers over your eyelids, and tentatively
bite at each and every indicia of vertigo-
hungrily, not
even as [...]
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