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Repetition as a literal device.
Tablo is a wordsmith of the poetic kind. The kind that soliloquizes white petals on black branches, shapeless faces in shapeless dreams; he’ll write it into truth, that was his style, that was Pieces.
Jiyoung smiths words too, if only he does so with arrogance and not eloquence. Tablo thinks it’s stupid, but there’s something shining about Jiyoung who sits too close, who twists too much, saying Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-he really means it, like Tablo doesn’t even know.
He can imagine, Jiyoung’ll slur, lick his lips, and grin:
"How many times do I have to say it until it comes true?"
The apparition of your face next to mine
Tablo is a wordsmith of the poetic kind. The kind that soliloquizes white petals on black branches, shapeless faces in shapeless dreams; he’ll write it into truth, that was his style, that was Pieces.
Jiyoung smiths words too, if only he does so with arrogance and not eloquence. Tablo thinks it’s stupid, but there’s something shining about Jiyoung who sits too close, who twists too much, saying Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-he really means it, like Tablo doesn’t even know.
He can imagine, Jiyoung’ll slur, lick his lips, and grin:
"How many times do I have to say it until it comes true?"
The apparition of your face next to mine