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When wolves lock eyes.
I advance, you retreat. Retreat again.
I'm immobilized. Then retreat.
You advance. I'm immobilized.
I'm very busy. Exercising.
And whitening my teeth.
In the quietude of this empty cart,
I read about wolves.
Oh, how this story narrows to
infinity. Coils into conscription.
Can't fathom its echo.
Realize parallel lives
cannot merge in a flat universe.
Bounded by hemispheric stripes.
Boiled in love.
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