& we fill our veins with something else.
something cold & dark & different.
& we cross our fingers & hope the shadow isn't permanent.
who really recovers from this?
what are the odds of us knocking down those that are against us?
questions i asked when it mattered more.
questions i asked when we could see each other's faces in the dying light.
questions i will sleep on for...until we wake.
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