knowing when to shut the hell up.

The air, outside

is cold, again. Indoors,

the air is temperate;

toxic and polluted (by)

the bitterness

between us-

(‘No one sees us’). Still,

Close the curtains!

Shut the blinds!

(and) Dim the lights-

(our silhouettes); they could deceive us,

as we

temper

out the

fight…

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