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Life sized apatosaurus sex doll
Found in the back of the bomb shelter
Behind the gift shop counter, actually
And when I say shelter,
Imagine a glorified cave
Without a lick of treachery oozing from the walls...

And what were we looking for
Hiding from
Heading to

But each other.

Did I catch the hint of a smile when,
Right and wrong,
I showed you the brontosaurus.
If so, it was a sad one.

Now it strikes me
That might be what
I was really saying;
Boasting.
You saw my position
Though I didn't know that I meant it.

How could I?

That we were content is not the question
nor the notion that we could be otherwise.
From all the avenues,

[here is me falling into the subjunctive
where you know I don't believe]

                                                                                                                                        Second Venom

Pass your meanings to me, she said.

I caught her meaning right away. Come over.

But there are universes between us. What should I do?