
I wanted to paint every single difference
into a million forms of same
and let the chatter
of clattering parings
slide to a stop.
I am sick
of the never-ending game,
matching.
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I wanted to paint every single difference into a million forms of same and let the chatter of clattering parings slide to a stop.
I am sick of the never-ending game, matching.
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