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Jan 2017
Upon close inspection
There are holes in the sheets
Which have not been washed in months
But at any attempt to make them clean
They would fall apart

They could be very easy to straighten
Just a small tug at the corners
On each end
But they are preferred to keep crumpled
Because to smooth out the fabric
They would fall apart

Dark blue
Maybe to reflect their favorite kind of night
Probably
Just so that when put with anything else
They manage to look fine
But if the color or dusted light
Were to change, you could see
They are falling apart

The sheets are ready to come apart
No pull at the thread
They are not the kind to unravel
But more exist
In the sense that their own slow decay
Are what keep them clinging tightly

The two people laying between
Are very much the same
If either were to change a thing

They would fall apart.
JC
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