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Concentrating on the tangible
We focus so hard on concrete things
To grasp the abstract
We wax black and white
Hoping the grey areas will emit some hue of colour
Like we fuck and we bleed
Hoping to feel something.
If you’re doing something shady, at least have the decency to not get caught.
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His face had an eloquence that no amount of language ever had the ability to articulate —
a calmness that would make stagnant water ripple with envy.
But there were times the wrinkles in his forehead ran deep enough for thoughts to flow through —
They came the same consistency as saccharine.
And consistently fickle
So sure that he is so sure of himself
But never satisfied.
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