two cups in the morning two cups at lunch two steps out the door and i’m two steps over a blank on the page two trips over the threshold two pushed between glass two flat toward the pockets two flecks of the knife two-dress on an edge of two grown in a third way around each corner past and over each brick and the heavy filament pull end under end it’s not hidden if you say it’s not hidden but two squeal over airwaves is no secret instead two crept down the leg between the hairs and something to say about that bone-ledge but dripping inside with the blood for a few drops more we’d be a couple the stream said so “that’s an answer right there” across the bridge two towers glow
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