we're the stillness that we see on the ceiling. we lay looking to the top and feeling no farther from it than if it were to be a thousand miles up. you touch your forehead to my shoulder and whisper about sadness. we list the words that make us feel so alone. light bulb, speak, option. i ask you, what is the happiest word? 'tooth,' you say. we go
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