Outside of conversation,  absent of anything else
background sky and desktop mouse.
Past lunch, skipped thoughts to dinner and logic.
Decades and sensibility choked for air. 
Comfortably cyan, streaked pixels. 
Half cut bleach. 
Expelled from home, 
to conversational blues, bumped heads and a disappointing kiss. 
Pins, needles and shadowed palms. 
The currency exchange of surnames,
over dusted chalk. 
Friends of friends. 

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