stretching moments into single strings
we champion defeat
the ugliness of perfection, evident.
street cars and cinderblocks
glass houses and glass shoes
seconds and the audacity of prescriptive time
what we feel is a photograph
of something between truth and Truth
the glare from a car window
an abandonned grocery cart
desolation and disconnect
dead things, floating in seas of loneliness
yearning leads to imperfection
we idealize longing, the absence of fulfillment.
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Desperate, Bloodthirsty, ect.
