absolute sincerity
worn like a puzzle
of diminished sevenths
and crashing crescendo
find me again when
we curled up like stones
flattened with routine
greyed into caricature
how 'bout we grow apart
finding fault in texture
jokes don't work anymore
in the thickening silence
growing old in our separate
rooms and the deck
of past lovers opened
slightly to reveal
so long ago the time
when we felt real
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