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My emotions, Are like: Chalk pavement pictures, Touched by the rain. Colours, Their purpose removed. They lie beneath people's shoes, Walked upon, Unremembered.

We were connected by DNA, So maybe the vials would have been put side by side, By nurses who had experience with sliding needles into veins. Their machines already knew we shared space together, Simultaneously, Beneath the skin of our own mother. Twenty-five years later, One of us would succumb to a death inspired by genetics. The other would not. I put my head on her knee. "How long?" I asked her. Her eyes were gazing upwards, Maybe she was thinking what the door to heaven looked like.

Life is not real, he wrote on her skin, The sky was charcoal, And the ink would disappear when the rain began to fall. Show me. Her pen was a permanent marker, But she knew he wouldn't mind. He chose a crayon to teach her how mathematics could not explain love, Even if the equation was correct. He purchased books acclaimed by critics to point out, How science and philosophy were no more than a child's imagination's, Matured by time and projected with words deemed appropriate by society, A pitiful parody. "I think you're trying to hide your own failures by turning everything else into one first," she said. He didn't reply. "

They told me our relationship was unbalanced. So I placed on a set of metaphorical scales:   Bears made out of cloth and cotton, holding hearts with their paws instead of their sleeves. Roses, neatly clipped to hide the ruined roots they'd been connected to. In return, I could glimpse her smile, Kiss her temple while she kissed cotton made in China, Watch her movements while she placed the mutilated roses into water. They told me our relationship was unfair. But: My laws never placed her potential infidelity on trial. And she was exonerated from doubt when she slept by my side. To pass judgement on her was something I refu

These floors have been walked upon before. Bones, Vestiges of DNA, Catalysts for scientific expedition. Imagine an echo, From a missing link. How would it sound?