Saturday, August 17, 2019

Bound, Bounded

The third act wasn’t as swift,
not what we wanted it to be,

and the pages of the book were stuck together,
with sweat,
with crusty,
yellow puddles,

and I had lost the ability to remember how that happened,

so I just said it would be good,
that we would figure it out,
because I knew we would—

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