beneath the surface of loveinterlocking webs lietangled and varied in directionlatching on and letting gosometimes the synapse firesinducing benevolence beliefat other ends the water leaks inlaced in doubtas we begin to sinkmiles pass between useven while sitting side by sideand the soul is seen wavingmailing a postcard homethen we struggle upstream break the mold while wetunformedand we carve our initials inglue up the cracksfrom the fallthe fog will returnour feet slipping off stonesand on better days the parachute opens no one ever said it would be easy slips because some cliches write themselvesindelibleso we memorize and fluctuate our toneremind each other we are electricitythat we begin to connect when we let each otherdisengagelucy.
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