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Our pieces won't fit

Our pieces won't fit.

Surely you see it?

Yours cut through mine and

I feel it

You push to change what is

Down-right solid, yet

Knowing full-well that

You can't.

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◄ Dears and Pleasants

Crab spider ►

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