Sensing collapse
I made out the marker
Bored & magnetic
Stains interrupting my view
She was friendly fire
Totally dangerous
She was parts of what I'd studied
Those bits the lecturers skipped over
My mind here now to fill in the blanks
We were long life in our apartment
Enough to survive
And a few thoughts thereafter
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