#tonedeaf

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I have stood and watched

Us

Both pretend

That we don't see or care

How uncomfortably we still resist and give in to

The chaotic and harmonious antimonies

That continue to anxiously churn

Between us

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And I can see

We are both cognizant

Of the need to hold on to

The lessons learnt

From the pain

Of deeply inflicted wounds

That we never got to

Completely suture

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And I think we can both see

In your fiercely guarded defence

And my erratic aversions of you

The decision

To resist at all costs

The desire to pick and choose

The provocative red pill

That shows us how deep the rabbit hole goes.

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And now that we have made the decision

And mastered the art of social distancing

We can confidently pretend we are tone deaf

To the harmonies we both intuitively recognize

When they tug at our skirts

Like someone's else's abandoned children

Left in foster care since their birthdays.

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