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[mardeen]

She's tired of the lazy drifting
that everyone calls normal.
"Clichés, we are," she says, sighing.
"Cold and breathless, and true."
She feels along the counter top,
absent-mindedly hoping for
a sharp edge, a jagged interruption.
She shakes her head and tells the
windowsill garden,
"Half a loaf is better than none."