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If apathy was my drug of choice,then ambiguity is the high I find at the end.

teetering on the edge,

I enjoy gravity at its finest.

Good grief,

Bad days are severely possessive,I own many.

she tells me

the first time I lost myself, I woke up with linearity I couldn't explain.

Now the curves I used to enjoy became corners I needed to get out of.

The smoke rises from piles of wishes.

Piled my hopes and then burned them, serendipitous it's that time of the year.

I tell her

It's broken mirrors. see the combination in them.

I enjoy collecting your thoughts to piece them together, so they don't become screams in our space.

I get a call. It's her. Accidental.

I enjoy the odd explanation I get. I enjoy seeing the ambiguous smile

on her voice.