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I hate the subtlety of it all.

A missed glance here, a dropped word there,

You may as well serve my heart with a parsley garnish.

I drown in it; you float high above.

All the weights I placed in your hot air balloon

Kept you no closer to my pained, rational ground.

Every complaint I keep in my heart sends you farther,

Until you are a speck of dust in God's blue sky,

Impure and irreverent, but innocently so.

Ignorance is your absolution.

I hurt while you are deaf and dumb,

Thrusting me aside like the beggar who grasps at the bread

You crush greedily between your fingers.