i blunder milligrams and micrograms
you stop me
i expect a lash
you grasp my wrist
firm
gently make a point
that it's not a major point
but enough to point
i advance millimeters and micrometers
to
blonde streaks swim in light brown
waves upon waves floating at the nape
masculine narrow blue eyes determination
feminine grasping hand educating encouraging
faint lines of age proving your worth and time
i go outside
look at the usual fare
decide to starve
happy
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