I thought I understood it.

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it. But I didnt, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all containered semi precious eagerness of it. I didnt realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because its the halves that halve you in half.
I didnt know dont know, about the in between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
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