The sound of glass sobs before and after loneliness. Trading away the self, as an object. For a Hail Mary of long odds and deeply-rooted behaviors, against an idealization. But there is no negotiation with asphalt or candlelight. The ledger is unbalanced. Resentment is a currency. Mediation is untenable. All of it, a defense.
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