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Prizes and Rebounds

She shines, grin crooked like a question, eyes sharp enough to pierce a heart. Break apart and laugh it off, it’s best if I leave suggestions hanging in the disco lights. I’m looking for a rebound and she’s looking for a prize. I can see she wants to break me open, hoping for a pearl at the center of this flesh. But my excess is gone, we’d both be empty by the next song if I answered what her smile wants to know. I can’t be strung across her neck, another bead to join the row, when she’s the silver on my chest reminding me of missing gold.

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