is long dry.
we have fallen in
and reduced ourselves to voting
for our favorite broken parts.
accepting,
knowing,
every word said
has a trite, worn combination
with all the others.
a cup overfilled
with stagnant water,
a choreographed boredom
into welcomed oblivion.
corrugated dancing partners
falling in love,
feeling trapped,
and
breaking
apart.
NB @ 3:49 PM
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