we make poetic confessions in the night
we blink slowly
letting isolation wet our pupils
we write autobiographies competitively
interjecting at an inhale to deaden
the sting of penitence
we line up transgressions
peer at the shapes
on the laps of our companions
we strain our ears in the darkness
to lure the repenting whispers and
seduce them out of their exhaustion.
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