There’s nothing more painful than witnessing those soul mates turning down the volume.

No matter how long they camp.

Day by day, month by month.

They warmth leave their seats.

And I share the soundless vibrant fluid soul with them but get back poker faces and blank one liners ending with a period.

Not a question mark.

Not an exclamation mark.

Just a round black dot.

A statement.

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