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Marriage Is a Twin Box

What if I were serious?

Seriously, could you take it
like a man or would you
suffer some unhealable hurt?

I, too, would suffer.

We aren't even safe
in our own skins anymore.

Expanding on this:
We are one in the same,
my likeness to yours,
yours, a reflection of mine,
no contrast or dissembling

and the past is a warm blanket
keeping us warm, shielding us
from any present or future hurt,
melting our hands.

I suppose it's inevitable
we'll ripen like this.

You'll lose your hair
and possibly some teeth.

I'll lose elasticity and weight.

You'll become a ream
of perforated pages
and
I'll become a paper clip
holding us together.

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