Snake Eyes
I am the worst of a past life.
She reveled.
She cherished.
I am wavelengths.
I don’t believe a gravestone tells much.
Or can be sold for much.
In flux.
We are each frayed ends of dead ends.
We are each other’s dead flowers.
We are each snake eyes.
Roll the dice and it will tell you you’re on life number 5.
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