no room for errors, they said
but i know we will always
make an exemption,
attracted to destinies more
than destinations, we are
marred and mangled by
a thousand words we thought
to ourselves sacred and
infallible by actions committed
through your gaze or the pristine
way you mouth your words,
when our souls fall silent
as we carve infinite moments
with finite hands.
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