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[rhesagirl]

the slip of paper contained
three lines of simplicity.
her gravitas balanced his gaiety,
as the wine filled each letter
with twining meanings,
as flesh becomes interchangeable
when the world loses its clarity.
three lines on smooth skin,
characters that connect and break
with every breath.
each day, the chain of simplicity
loses one link, but gains another.
to cut or lengthen is to plunge
into her scars, his flaws,
their lack of union.
acquire a different tablet
if you desire something more complex.