An Additive

Beauty and Hopelessness, crouching at the coffee table,

Both wearing naught but their skin,

Writing raw words, crying solid tears.

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Home cannot bear to witness the sight.

She sits, wrapped in a fresh linen bathrobe

as she watches the two pummel each other with daggered words.

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Time sneaks up behind them,

clad in black velvet,

hardly making a noise at all.

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Reunion stands at the window watching them,

The wind rolls through the holes in his mittens but he feels nothing.

She has him in her bare arms.