Think. Thought. Think. Thought.

We came together like instrumentalists in a symphony orchestra.
How mental that sounded.
We went together like Miss Winehouse and cocaine.
The cracks didn’t sink that low.
We go together like peanut butter and jam.
A nauseating mixture.
We stay together like negative and negative does.
You were repelled to the core.

We are together like when you and I are.
Now.
Now.
Now.
We are together like when you and I are.
I tense in your presence.
Now.
Tense escapes me in your presence.

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