i thought it was going to sound exactly the same. i thought i was going to have to project my movie and loop it. a spinning web. and in the cocoon of the loop, where i would crawl in to its sheltering, i could squeeze out three droplets of warmth. or comfort. or pleasure. i could even pretend it's love. but you were not stunned nor levelled. you were spinning too. what has my false sense of omniscience done to me. what has my false sense of impotence done to me. why must i carry the burden of both lies. i no longer know where i end and you begin.

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