so we erase every single conversation we had for these past few weeks, leaving not a single trace, as if to permanently relinquish everything, and start anew as if nothing ever happened, this pretense built upon refrain and disdain. but the subject remains deeply imbued. it creeps and creeps and crawls over every word, lingers in each moment of silence, so it speaks still without being spoken of, until finally it becomes unbearable to forego and let go.
what then?
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