categorizing the criteria of my abbreviations. aggravations, affluent of the incantations of what was when, when I'm merely 9 days away from the things i've wanted to promise her. unable to feed the weight in my pocket to sacrifice a gem for a gem. apprehension, people in pursuit.. wavering under the quake of the unstable ground we bury our feet in, never touching the bottom. slipping in an out of your memories, like a static wisp of luminous waves intertwining the fibers of synapses callously calling out the acronyms of your name. brash, and bold in how confident you confide in the arms of your lover. every grain of grit you let fall under your fingernails are lightly skewn' off, showing the tips of you're identity. and she knows them so well. cross-legged with smoke in your mouth exhaling the only thing that feels good between your clenched teeth.
it's all or nothing now. They'll never catch us now..
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