Two faces or one,
eight hands made of bricks or stone or graphite,
three ears of clay and/or
fifteen colorless instances per day and
rejecting neglecting not accepting conflict plus action
Whatever number digit imprinted on you,
and then you on him..
I can only live with you and in current motion.
We must not speak of angles and degrees, for you say your math skills falter,
but mine still remain.
protractor of a shade closer to banana
than cellophane glycerin or any other fake opaque mystery lotion.
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