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...When have we forgotten?
We were embers catching blaze in the soft summer sun, silver foam breaking with the waves in a chorus of melodies; lost memories, stained with gin and coffee grinds. As kids we hid from the ghosts in the night, the old devil as he howled by the wounded shutters, our bodies encased in candlelight beneath thick sheets. Now such are frigid marble moments flecked with dust, machiavellian tongues lined in false ichor nurturing a parasite of mind — one to fly too high, one to fly too low, and death meets us halfway. When have we forgotten how to fly in tandem?
...I don’t remember.