I'm a six without the number. A trash can lid alone is just another
one of us. I'm not sure how anything fits into a fridge. Let's be
honest about what we don't mean.
You're on the stairs counting. I'm romancing the microwave, too
embarrassed to not be. What makes a magnet anything else? I don't
believe in hanging twice, ask you why is why not. There are panels
beneath your boots. There are your toes, before.
We upset blood, hold fingers like there's a meter. Silver is a third of the band on my t-shirt's name. I've pickled in my sleep. The second sentence is I'm not wearing it. Living isn't a vote.
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