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blue,
always blue.
the kind that pools
and does not drain.
You always had a choice.
weight in hands that are too large for tenderness,
too scarred for apology.
a voice going thin at the edges,
a spark guttering out
like the last light in a dead city.
You always had a choice.
static.
screen tear.
the battlefield folding inward
like a document corrupted mid-save.
You always had a choice.
the way a name sounds
when spoken by someone
who does not yet know
what it will become.
You always had a choice.
this is the annotation
that comes after all of that;
messy, late.
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words that cannot be unsaid
but might,
if the timing holds,
be undone.
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