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it was over text
sans serif black and
white, sealing away
our polychrome days.
i cried once
to the shower head,
put on silent,
set as private.
like is more than blue thumbs;
more than a fluorescent square floating
in the sea of ink flooding your room
each night. your hands formless and untouched,
speaking to no one.
Q 
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