.
she tries she wins and
i don't play but sometimes
i almost get lost figuring out where
my own worth comes
from Him not him and hot
tears and sweet coffee poured
into my cup and out
of the emptiness which
has a shape i know precisely
and chose repeatedly not to
fill my time and heart
wasted on pain not bread
where exactly is the tether
these days
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