A silent observation of the means of altered interaction
with a third wheel in every conversing pair
Sickening for the lot, consequences "worth it"
not knowing when your body is falling,
is failing,
is warning and threatening,
and two words never paired are "too" and "much"
All swim in the shadows and fog of the dim lit room
the gassy air of everyone's pardons
putting risk at anyone's switch of a lighter,
just to feel that little bit lighter, to light your own dark
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