close quarters, then
to halves, of a kind of whole
our defacto embrace
yet the math of one, and one
bristle as two, are brimming
as one, a rebuffed topology
pushing in
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close quarters, then
to halves, of a kind of whole
our defacto embrace
yet the math of one, and one
bristle as two, are brimming
as one, a rebuffed topology
pushing in
