~ THE RUINS ~
william pauley III
My cigar smoke breath whispers no more.
Steadily
I twist and bend,
perfecting my bullshit design
and yours,
since you gave up long ago.
We’re just a blur,
you and I,
a flash of light fading before eyes of billions.
Yet somehow we manage to have a good day
now and then,
but we’re losing.
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