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i could not make you better
symmetry kills those it loves confining us to something less than perfection. i could not make you better and so i made you worse.
in twisted symbiosis we reached down each others throats and dredged up handfuls of whatever we could scrape off (like clawing for pumpkin seeds) and now
we are not quite whole most definitely unapologetic temporarily glutting the void with blistered emotion.
jonathan d baker 7 4 04
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