My hands are stained again.
I didn't do anything to deserve it--this time.
Other times--ya, sure, maybe, whatever--
I talk and I talk and nothing comes out.
Nothing real, anyway.
What is REAL anyway?
Your side.
My side.
Fuck, it's all just perspective--paradigm, really.
Really...there's word again.
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