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This one needs more growing. I'll come back to it, I promise.

i'm one-half of a slinky,

and the other, he, stretches farther and farther.

This only ends with a thwack or a snap.

"Come back," i beg, my hand supported by my best friend's

i know he can hear me.

He pulls a tongue, hers,

i can taste the expiry date on the sweet nothings.

i know she wouldn't have wanted any of this.

This is about us, not her.

He bites. A tooth comes loose. And then he turns to pick it up.

Gravity does its thing.

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