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I thought I understood it,
that I could grasp it, but
I didn’t, not really.
Only the smudgeness of it;
the pink-slippered,
all-containered,
semi-precious
eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole,
that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because it’s the halves
that halve you in half.
I didn’t know,
don’t know,
about the in-between bits;
the gory bits of you, and
the gory bits of me.
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