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[teratine]

 Realtasy

I talk. You talk.

We don't communicate.

.

.

We walk away.

There is silence in our movements.

I don't know you.

You don't know me.

We are married.

[Should there be pain in this?

Am I your wife or a nameless face?]

I cook. You eat. You wash. I rest.

We don't do things together.

This is not reality.

This is realtasy.

Night comes.

This is my side. That is yours.

We breathe at the same pace.

In out. In out. In out.

We fit and yet we don't.

We play on repeat.

Repeat repeat repeat.

I loved you. You loved me.

We loved.