Tongue To Teeth or Open Air

Sharing
There isn't, without losing something
When you pull out your share
You gain, easy breezy

When together, losing something
Barely noticeable
Muted or passed over
However, there she flees

There is no sharing without losing something
Remember to eye your share
Lest later on in solitude
You have nothing to wrack

Nothing shared, nothing gained
The past brings its own weight
In the form of dreams, data, death
Don't dare say you weighed or weighted

But a fair share;
Very rare
Even in turns
There is a hairbreadth more
Or less
Depending on how much you wish to confess
But I digress
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5.24.12