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Bidding on the end of the world

we hid ourselves excited and embarrassed
in a bed made of metaphors

courageous cowards

and waited for a storm

We had scripted our love

for ashes to come

and in embrace, we sung the words like a lullaby
promising another the apocalypse

but spoke of nothing real

Cowardly courageous

we planned on making babies

during an impossible hour
when time would lose its reign
but we only dirtied the sheets

We came like cowards
in the brevity of a winter's night
we hoped for flames to consume us

in fear of the alternative conclusion
to a story that lacked courage.

When the sun came up,

no world lay in ashes

and courageously we retreated
each of us into our own corners of the script

losing one another in the turn of a page.

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