" bookends "

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reality creases in upon itself like two loaves of bread baked slightly too close, their long sides now becoming one another.

like a venn diagram slowly, lovingly overlapping.

like a hand at rest between thighs and devoid of normal bloodflow, now tingling with a deep sensation. 

like meeting at the lips and breathing in and out of each other's respiratory systems.

like a stitch or a suture, the one source reinvigorating the other; the skin becoming florid and vital.

reality shifts and realigns anew like hand holding another hand, a gait of a footstep matching a parallel footstep, or a head with eyes closed dozing and dreaming away on the chest of another; a heartbeat finds a rhythm worthy of a tandem syncopation.

tonight's homework:

finish your taxes earlier than previously planned.

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