You are blonde like sun hit you. I know there’s rage in
you somewhere. But you’d never go looking for it. It will
come about when love defeats you. For now—play a lovely
game of chess. The numbers help. The movement helps.
Silence happens. Like glass versus marble. Find me after
checkmate. Celebration will be in order and we can celebrate
arm through measly arm. I have already chosen a volume.
I have already drafted all of the right cards. You will not believe
the punctuation marks, coming from my face! I will most definitely
shake your hand.
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