Troika Colours

when i fall into a triad, a threesome of unwinding grey

i step out as if all my imaginary friends gave up playing wrist

throwing all the trumps down who is the highest?

two weeks of beauty and I cannot compute such a

strike near the battle cortex, life is splitting losses

not counting the lines of his caution

years have stroked into his mouth

i step out we three wrapped up we three who named yet under one

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now sitting together next to him

a triad now a quartet one-as-three and a simple two together