In same spaces and in spaces apart,
understand this, what went on we
can barely form words out of
and our shared sense of what
it is to form a generation, we
formed together and that the
ambivalence that seems
embedded in habit and taste
can't be analysed as the different
shades of every birth of the teen,
that behind our preferences
something colder and harder
forms and we guess it
screams no and better for us
whilst we shift placeholders,
proxies as we regain each other's
trust by pledging to persist in
not forming words whilst we
listen to each other's version
of events and how we first
came to hear of them.
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