you are always a window but never on a wall
the wavelength of hello and goodbye
holding hands is not a tactile feedback of opinions
wearing a smile not on my face
water is a vehicle of separation
unable to align hopes with the even surface of reality
a hug with arms that do not bend
hiding in the shadow of a light
diluting every experience with aesthetic considerations
truth is a hollow shape you can hide in
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