we were that time

the promises he broke were meant for me 
to make right, somehow, any way and where
the sun shone mist on the dingy glass
reflecting vows and caffeinated veins
of marbled countertops and beef
the people have between them, animus
that threads through feuds and dynasties --
we were that time
and time again we placed
new emphasis upon the ways
we could fight back and change the path of fate
that wound like smoke around
our mutual futility

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