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You cannot sing
your breath is gushing with water
your lungs are pumping gasps instead of gas

When love is a cube
perfected extremes that stretch straight to the core
when love is the core

But whenever I struggle to keep things perfect
I end up with such a contradiction because perfection is an extreme
(and the midpoint is its only opposite)

Are we staring into empty space when we look at digital screens?