cotton preshrunk displays games we play. colors run and colors fade. i can't pick a side to pick a fight on. it's more of me than i am of it. i can't win. i can't win. i can't win. i can't win. i can't win. now my tongue has tangled me toothless. and we don't have a thought between us. in this one light room in this neon museum the walls itch in closer. i remember every conversation (i remember everything) i forgot to have. starchy retort scripted questions i never cared to ask about. starchy product scripted people i never asked to care about. i can't win. my skin was shrinking when she told me don't worry honey. you can't look at the sky without looking right through it.
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