so we made our own computer out of macaroni pieces, and it did our thinking while we lived our lives. it counted up our feelings and divided them up even, and it called that calculation "Perfect Love." didn't even know that love was bigger. didn't even know that love was so, so, hey, hey, hey.
...saw our hearts were little stones, pulled them out they weren't beating and we weren't even bleeding as we lay them on the granite counter top. we beat them up against each other. we struck them hard against each other.
we struck them so hard, so hard until they sparked.
--regina.
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