Cycles: Saturday 

Ritual

Eyes of steaming black

Cups of coffee in the predawn

Drinking reheated passions

Abandoned inhibitions wilt on the floor

As we fabricate small talk

Weaving ourselves into a sense of

Situational security

Blinded by desire to belong.

As I try to add layers to my shell

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