g(ender) fugitive
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nectar
🕑 Added 2021-12-04 03:34:57 +0000 UTCtime can’t be captured, but it can be stolen.
we get told it’s never too late, but when exactly do i get to start?
cause the fearful girl inside wants to be free
and her bodyguard’s getting tired. yesterday folds into the now
and i continue bleeding cause i think i was shot one day in the <<past>>.
cause and effect in relation to each other don’t really mean much
but i do feel the effect. there’s a hole that can’t be filled
the blood gets lapped up like nectar, quenching their thirst
making them whole, watching me like a dvd, of a certain genre
there is no runtime, no end. an infinite well of time
Black time, carved from Black trans time
the time is stolen, not captured. the body, the flesh, is captured
