undefeated by the horrible racket coming from the flat next door, i double down on intent. white as a sheet you turned, the lip service gave you form not substance. black was the ink not knowing what to write, gone for a day without nourishment. how can i tell you, it is only in your head? the tattoos we got helped us endure. comprised of particulate matter. just like me you're unreal sometimes. it's complicated. today i won't stand behind you. no. the splinters of our lives they glint in the sun. what are we, in love?
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