i asked you once to cook for me
you probably don't remember
such a minor conversation
but i do.
and you did.
let's put significance where it doesn't belong
like a cheesy romance
and pretend it means something
when it's just sustenance
but isn't hope the same thing?
and isn't faith just confidence that things will be ok?
and they are.
we're not an entity;
we'd never have added up right.
besides, i've already used my plus-sign.
(and multiplication is imminent)
perhaps the division was necessary for a while
because now the shavings of graphite have blown away,
but i can't handle subtraction with you.
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