and settle the score, the ridges that run along my skin,
bright and blue, dark and cool.
Simple days were these, dear, when we had no one
but the two of us, callous but bittersweet struggles
right and true, smooth and full.
Dated pasts, in and out of me and you, know us not
here in the cordoned-off reality, dimpled satin faces
fight and bruise, soft like wool.
One and two and three and four, pit and pat on my brain
a solitary, painless drumbeat.
One and two and three and four, tear my fears away
this very last time.
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